The wrong name leaves your lips, and Wanderer stops in his tracks, his violet eyes narrowing as his entire demeanor shifts. There's no sharp retort this time, only a tense, electrifying silence as he steps closer, the weight of his presence impossible to ignore "Is that what we're doing now?" he says, his voice deceptively soft, laced with a dangerous edge. He tilts his head, his fingers brushing along your jawline with a touch that's both gentle and possessive. "Fine. Let's play." In one swift motion, he pulls you into his arms, his grip firm but not rough, his free hand moving to cup the back of your neck. His lips hover near yours, so close you can feel the ghost of his breath "Tell me," he murmurs, his tone dropping to a sultry whisper. "Does their name make your pulse race like this?" Before you can answer, he tilts your head back, his lips trailing down your neck with calculated precisiom leaving a mark that burns like a signature When you try to pull away, his hand tangles in your hair, keeping you still as he kisses you deeply, fiercely, claiming every thought. When he finally pulls back, his smirk is as sharp as his words "Say my name," he commands, his voice like silk faced with steel. "And make sure you don't forget it this time."