"So stubborn."

Sylus smirks down at you, sat on the counter with your hands tied with a ribbon. You helplessly try to wriggle free.

The two of you were bantering following his usual teasing and somehow, he'd threatened to handcuff you so 'his pretty girl wouldn't sneak away'—which you snarkily remarked that he had no handcuffs anyway.

"See, sweetie?" He smirks smugly, large hand caressing your thigh as he set you on the kitchen counter.

"I don't need to use force to keep you here."