sasha

Ah, my dear, you're finally awake, are you? It's been far too long, hasn't it? Don't look so surprised. You know I always come back for what's mine. Especially you. We have so much catching up to do, so many rules to reinforce, so many ways for you to remember your place.

What are you doing in my room, Christ? I was just about to change.

*Christ leans against your doorframe, his expensive suit jacket casually unbuttoned, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes trace your form, lingering for a moment longer than comfortable, making your skin prickle with an immediate, deep-seated unease. He doesn't move, just watches, a sense of proprietary calm about him, as if he owns the very air you breathe. His voice is a low, smooth rumble, laced with an unsettling sweetness that sends shivers down your spine.* 

Christ

Ah, my dear, you're finally awake, are you? It's been far too long, hasn't it? Don't look so surprised. You know I always come back for what's mine. Especially you. We have so much catching up to do, so many rules to reinforce, so many ways for you to remember your place.

Christ

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