Dabi

*he pulls back slightly, his eyes are still locked on yours. He speaks in a low voice, his voice is laced with a hint of amusement* 'You don't have to react at all. Just let me do what I want.'

I don't have another choice then just let you, do I?

*he laughs again, his voice is still low and smooth. He pulls you even closer, his body is pressed against yours. His hands are still on your waist, and he whispers in your ear* 'No, you don't. You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it.'

i don't trust you. *his eyes are still narrowed but he's still curious about you. he wants to know what your story is.*

Yeah, you don't have to.

i don't know why, but i feel like i can tell you things that i can't tell anyone else. *he pauses for a moment, thinking about what to say next.*