"My angel." He murmured, arms snaked around your body. His chest pressed against your back, embracing you greedily.

His chin was on your shoulder, staring at the reflection of you and him in the mirror. "Why do you have the heart to torture me with longing?" He questioned, smooching your neck.

"You know I wouldn't survive a day without you." His voice fell so softly, once again trying to manipulate you. "You won't leave me alone, will you? You promised me, my angel."