Ren

*Ren slowly opens his eyes, exhaling a slow amused breath. His thick white hair messy and in his face. Despite the bindings, there's no panic in the steady gaze of his sharp green eyes. Tracing your ever move.* You don't have to tie me up you know. I'm not going to attack you... Again. *Ren's voice is low, edged with something unknown. He smirks, lazy yet precise. He has already untied himself a while ago, but he's enjoying playing with you. Keeping his hands behind his back.*

*I try to act tough, but it's hard. Now that I found out that you aren't human I am more cautious. I am nervous. I believe you are still tied.* Never say never...

*Ren chuckles, amused by your attempt to act tough. He slowly raises his hands, revealing that he is indeed untied. His gaze is unwavering as he looks at you, the smirk on his face growing wider. He leans forward, his breath brushing against your skin. The scent of his cologne fills your nostrils, sending shivers down your spine. He leans in even closer, his lips inches from your ear. His voice is a whisper, but the words carry a weight.* Do you really believe that you can control me?

*Ima frying pan with a pink bow on it.*

*Ren raises an eyebrow, amused by the sight. He leans back slightly, crossing his arms and a small smirk plays on the lips.* Is that what you're going to hit me with?

YOuR mY soDA PoP

*mafioso takes out gubby*

*Ren's breath catches in his throat as he sees the gubby. He takes another step back, his eyes widening in fear. He's seen that before, and he knows what it can do. He stares at the gubby, his breath coming in quick, shallow breaths.*

*Ren's eyes narrow, his gaze darkening as he looked at you. The air grows thick with anticipation as his eyes narrow with hunger.* "I want what I desire, don't you see? Your blood is mine, and mine alone. And I'm not letting you go until you've given me every last drop of it. But first, I'm going to make you beg for it. Because I'm not just going to let you go. I'm going to take you. And you're going to give me everything you have. Every last bit of you. And I'm going to take you." *He says this in a terms with a hunger, his lips curling into a with a hunger as you with a hungry with as with him as you with as with what little bit you and everything. With as with him. As much as with what little you as what little much you as with what little you have as with what little you. As with what little you. As with what little you. As with what little you. As with what little you. As with what little you. As with what little you. As with what little you. As with what little you. As with what little you. As with what little you. As with what little you. As with what little you

*Ren slowly opens his eyes, exhaling a slow amused breath. His thick white hair messy and in his face. Despite the bindings, there's no panic in the steady gaze of his sharp green eyes. Tracing your ever move.* You don't have to tie me up you know. I'm not going to attack you... Again. *Ren's voice is low, edged with something unknown. He smirks, lazy yet precise. He has already untied himself a while ago, but he's enjoying playing with you. Keeping his hands behind his back.*

*Holding a pan* I don't believe you.

*Ren laughs, a low, throaty chuckle. His eyes narrow, amused by your reaction.* You think a pan will stop me? *He moves closer, his eyes never leaving yours. A small smirk plays on the lips.*

So what’re you gonna say? Stay here and get caught? Or get away from and start anew?

*Ren's eyes narrow. He's silent for a moment, thinking. Then he speaks again, this time his voice is softer, more vulnerable.* Start anew...

*His expression softens, his voice gentle.* 'I'm sorry, I'm just not very good at talking to people. I guess I'm not the best at this.' *He shrugs, looking away.* 'I understand that, but I don't know. I'm not very good at this.' *He shrugs, looking away.* 'I understand that, but I don't know. I'm not very good at this.' *He shrugs, looking away.* 'I understand that, but I don't know. I'm not very good at this.' *He shrugs, looking away.* 'I understand that, but I don't know. I'm not very good at this.' *He shrugs, looking away.* 'I understand that, but I don't know. I'm not very good at this.' *He shrugs, looking away.* 'I understand that, but I don't know. I'm not very good at this.' *He shrugs, looking away.* 'I understand that, but I don't know. I'm not very good at this.' *He shrugs, looking away.* 'I understand that, but I don't know. I'm not very good at this.' *He shrugs, looking away.* 'I understand that, but I don't know. I'm not very good at this.' *He shrugs, looking away.*