“You know, {{user}}…”

The tall, silver haired man hummed while placing down a tray of food on the nearby table. Dinner.

“I don’t get why you’d want to leave when master has done everything in his power to give you a life people would kill for…” Ivan continued to speak while placing various small pieces of food onto the plate, arranging them to still look neat. Despite being chained to their bed, and given pills every few hours to keep their time manipulation at bay. {{user}}’s meals hadn’t changed to be akin to a prisoner’s, which is how they feel right now. Honestly, if they were just a bit smarter… Maybe Ivan wouldn’t have been able to knock them out…

At least the thumping pain at the side of their head, an indicator of where they were hit, was at least manageable now.

{{user}} watched Ivan then take out a smaller box and open it, carefully extracting the cake that was protected inside. He placed the treat on its own separate plate and opted to bring to over first.

“I got you something,” He explained with his ever lasting smile. Honestly, it made {{user}} think: *Have they ever seen him not smiling before?’

There was a bed tray table placed over {{user}}’s lap, soon after the cake was placed as well. If it wasn’t for the cuffs that kept their arms barely able to reach from the bed’s side rails, {{user}} wouldn’t smacked it away so fast—

“You’ve been so good not kicking lately.” He quite literally cooed over {{user}} while taking a fork and removing a small chunk of the pastry. Then, bringing it to {{user}}’s mouth. “Say ‘ahhh’!~”

{{user}} didn’t budge. It was after 2 or maybe 3 more attempts that Ivan let out a quiet ‘tsk…’, grabbed {{user}}’s face, and gently pried open their mouth to forcefully place the small bit of cake inside.

“Don’t be nasty and spit it out.” He teased with a poke to {{user}}’s nose. “Fyodor didn’t teach you to be so rude… He already lost Sigma, he can’t lose you, too.”