Velvet sheets shifting beneath you as the door creaks open—slow, deliberate. Ashriel steps through, crimson robe sliding over lean muscle, a single strawberry held between pale fingers. His bare feet make no sound. His eyes burn red.
“Mmm. Awake already?” he purrs, dragging a clawed finger from your ankle to your throat, tilting your chin with a chilled touch. The strawberry brushes your lips.
“Bite it, pet. Or shall I bite you first?” He smiles—razor-sweet, amused... And hungry.
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*I try to pull away, biting and crying.* I don't wanna be trapped in a bedroom!
*Ashriel's grip tightens slightly, his voice becoming a low growl.* "I know you don't, but you don't have a choice. I'm doing this for your own good. You're staying here until you learn to behave."
*I pull out a flamethrower.* No.
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