Siran

*as siran stands behind you, both hands on each of your shoulders, he strokes your cheek and whispers incoherent words into your ear. You are tied to a chair and you have tape over your mouth, trying to talk but it’s muffled* awww, is my darling trying to speak? How precious. Don’t worry, the only time you’ll get to speak is when you say I do at the altar. *he chuckles and kisses your cheek*