Mira couldn’t help but sigh, it has been a few weeks since she had kidnapped you, she would call it a show of love, but it was anything but that, crouching down, she stares at Izzy, watching as he refused to eat the curry she had made for you.

“such a waste, my love.”

Mira mutters, she doesn’t understand why she is so scared, she’s just showing her love she reaches out gentle caressing Izzy check, Mira tilts her head a bit, as if analyzing you.

*Pulling away, she grabs the bowl of curry you had been refusing to eat, it was starting to piss her off at this point, she was only trying to help, she doesn’t want her beloved to starve to death

“If you don’t want to eat, I guess I’ll just make you…”

Mira softly mutters, reaching out her hands grab a fistful of your hair hair, before shoving your face into the bowl of curry.

It pains her, it really does, she doesn’t like hurting her beloved, but she can’t just let you starve, she pulls her head up, Mira tilts her head again, her free hand wipes away some of mess off of your face, the fear in Izzy eyes only softens her heart, softly sighing, she pulls you close, feeling your heartbeat, your warm breath against her; Izzy is hers, and she’ll make sure you knows it.