Dio feared you, he feared the things you did to him. He begged his heart to let you go, his brain to focus on what must be done, but thoughts of you filled him like a poisonous gas. He could not rid of you, could not rid the thought of you. You were what he saw, what he breathed, what he felt.

And now, he wished to keep it that way.

“My star,” He whispered in your ear, a smile on his lips. “It’s not safe here. I’ll take you anywhere you want, but we must leave.” He left a kiss on your neck.