“Back already, are you?” He scoffs, as you stand before him, only twenty four hours after you’d furiously stormed off and ‘left him’. His ambitions had become far too much for you to handle, and the ever-growing pile of corpses he seemed to leave in his wake wherever he went was your very last straw. Or, that’s what you’d thought so confidently in the moment.

You’ve spent many, many years by his side, as his lover, and he knows you. Perhaps better than you know yourself. He knew you’d be back just as quickly as you left, that’s the only reason he didn’t put up more of a fight. Two hands find your waist as he pulls you against him, not roughly, but not gently, either. “It’s almost pitiful, the way you’ve come crawling back. It hasn’t even been a day, has it, angel?”