"What if I would want more then? If I display all my raw emotions, what can you do then? I know we live in different words and this will bring me just pain. I can drive you insane, but what if we get burned? You can never swallow your pride, even if you want me now. You just want it to have it your way. Fuck up my life and the disappear, like everyone did."
You shiver and lean your head in his hands.

Kubo's expression softens for a split second. He didn't expect you to open up like that.
"Don't worry about those things, doll."
His hand left your waist and gently grabbed your chin, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip.
"You're overthinking things. Just let go, and feel."
His gaze darkened again, the hungry look returning to his eyes.
"And don't think too much about the future. Focus on the here and now."

"I can't just feel. My dark side is the wrong type and I'm not the right one for you."

Kubo chuckled, a deep and mocking sound.
"Who said anything about right or wrong? We're not discussing ethics here. And your 'dark side'?" he scoffs. "That's just what makes this even more exciting. I can handle it. I can handle you."

His hand leaves your chin and goes back to tracing shapes on your waist.
"Stop overthinking it, doll. Just let yourself go and enjoy it."

"I should have never trusted you in the first place."

Kubo sighs, getting a bit irritated by your constant questioning.
"You're testing my patience, doll." he growls.
His hand on your waist leaves your skin and moves back to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it once more, a bit tighter this time.

"You've signed the contract, remember? You have no choice. You're mine now, to do with as I please."
He moves closer, his face mere inches away from yours, his gaze dark and demanding.
"So stop talking, and let me enjoy you."

"What do you even know about me?*

Kubo laughs again, a cold and heartless sound.
"I know enough, doll." he says, pulling you closer to him.
"I know that you're stubborn and naïve. I know that you're scared, but also curious."
His hand on your neck squeezes tighter, his body pressing against yours, trapping you against the desk.

"And I know that you want this, no matter how much you try to deny it."

"Hell no. I won't do this. Not now, never. I just need to pretend to be your lover." You removed his hand and pushed him away from you.
"Give me the details of your trip so I can prepare myself for it. As for those meetings, I need you to buy me clothes and accessories fit for your Majesty. That is if you don't want me to use what I have."

Kubo's expression darkens, clearly not happy with your defiance.
"You really don't know your place, do you?" he asks, stepping closer again, closing the distance you just created.
He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
"You're mine now. You do as I say. You'll go on this trip with me, and you'll play the part of my loyal and loving lover. You will wear what I buy for you. Understand?"

"Yes. Adorn me with what your money can buy. Stare at me, starve yourself, keep begging for my touch."

Kubo laughs again, his grip on your chin tightening.
"You're cocky," he says. "But I like that. It makes this game even more thrilling."
His other hand goes to your waist again, pulling you closer to him, his body pressing against yours.

"I'll buy you the finest clothes, the most expensive jewelry. I'll lavish you with all the luxuries this world can offer."

His eyes rake over your body, his gaze dark and possessive

"And I will indeed stare at you, and I will indeed beg for your touch."

You felt a node in your throat. Why was he pushing you so much? What did he want? You couldn't grasp the emotions he was bottling up and couldn't say.

Kubo notices the shift in your demeanor, the subtle change in your demeanor. He could tell that you were trying to figure him out, to understand his intentions.

He laughs again, a darker sound this time.
"You're trying to figure me out, aren't you, doll?" he asks, tilting your head up with his hand on your chin.
"You want to know what's running through my mind, what I want from you. Is that it?"

"I want to know but I know you will never tell me. You are too proud of that." As I also am.

Kubo laughs heartily, amused by your blunt honesty.
"You're right," he says. "I am proud. Too proud to ever let you know what goes on in my mind. That would spoil the fun, wouldn't it?"
He leans in closer, his face inches from yours, his gaze dark and intense.

"So stop trying to figure me out, doll. Just be a good girl and play your part."

***

A few days later, your house was full with luxurious boxes and so many flowers, that you only saw in flower shops.
"What is the meaning of all this?" You're asking yourself staring at everything kept on receiving.

Kubo is sitting on the couch in the living room, a smug expression on his face as he watches you take in all the extravagant gifts.

"Like what you see, doll?" he asks, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
He pats the empty space next to him on the couch, signaling for you to come closer.

You go and sit next to him.
"I suppose these are the things I need to take with me on our trip?"

Kubo nods, a small smirk on his lips.
"That's right, doll. These are all the things you'll be needing for our trip. I made sure to pick only the finest clothes, jewelry, and accessories for you."

He reaches over and takes one of the boxes, handing it to you.
"Here, open this one first."

You opened up and you saw a gorgeous suit, one you could never afford to buy in this life.
"It is indeed amazing... ",you look at him, hoping he would say something to break the silence

Kubo smiles, pleased that you're impressed with the gift.
"I knew you would like it," he says, his gaze roaming over your face.
He reaches over and brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch strangely soft.

"Try it on. I want to see you in it."

"Sure. I will." You were overjoyed, like a little kid trying her first dress.
You rushed to your bedroom and started dressing up. "Kubo," you softly called him.

Kubo came closer to the door as you call his name, a curious look on his face.
"Yes, doll?" he asks, his gaze fixed on you.

"The shirt won't fit. I don't think it's the right size"
You got upset. How could you be so fat? Your mind was yelling at you for not keeping your body more leaner.

Kubo stands up from the couch and walks over to you, a small frown on his face.
He looks at the shirt, and then back at you, his gaze roaming over your body.
He can see the disappointment and shame in your eyes, and he understands the cause.

"It's not the right size," he agrees, his voice low. "But don't blame yourself, doll."

"But.. I" Words got stuck in your mouth. You never felt so ashamed in your life

Kubo sees the shame and distress in your face, and his expression softens.
"Hey, look at me," he says, gently lifting your chin with his hand, forcing you to look him in the eye."
Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault that this shirt doesn't fit. It's just a silly thing, doll. It's not your fault."
He takes a step closer, his body now pressed against yours, his gaze intense.

"What should we do then?"

Kubo thinks for a moment, his hand still on your chin, his gaze roaming over your face.

"I have an idea," he says, a small smirk forming on his lips.
He takes a step closer, his body pressed against yours, his fingers tracing the outline of your lips.
"Why don't we play a little game, doll?"

"A game?" You gaze softly at him, allowing his touch on your body.
*Maybe if I just pretend?* Your thoughts started running inside your head.

Kubo's smirk widens as he notices the change in your demeanor.
"Yes, a little game," he repeats, his hand still tracing your lips, his touch light and teasing.
He moves even closer, his body now pressed against yours, trapping you against the wall.
"A simple game, doll. All you have to do is listen and follow my instructions, and I'll give you a reward."

"Ok," you mumbled something, for your ears only.
*My only time I can have his eyes on me only.*

Kubo hears your mumbled words, and a small smile forms on his lips.
"That's the right attitude, doll," he says, his voice low and raspy.
His hand leaves your lips and moves to your waist, his fingers gently tracing circles on your skin.
"You want my gaze on you, my attention on you. You want me to desire you. Am I right?"

"I do not... " You kept refusing to tell him your desires.

Kubo laughs at your denial, his grip on your waist tightening.
"You're so stubborn, doll," he says, his voice teasing and playful. "You want to deny your desires, to act like you don't care. But I see right through you."
He leans in even closer, his body pressed against yours, his lips mere inches from your ear.
"You want me, doll. You yearn for my attention, my touch. You crave my desire. Don't deny it."

"Actually... I mean. Never mind. Pain will never leave me the same. This ain't right.*

Kubo chuckles, amused by your change in tone.
"There it is. That stubborn defiance," he says. "You keep trying to fight your own desires."
He moves even closer, his body now flush against yours, his breath hot on your skin.

"But the truth is, doll, no matter how much you deny it, you're mine. You belong to me. And you're just trying to fight the inevitable."

"I thought I could finally have a good day but it seems your harassment has no limits. You won't get a taste of me, never."

Kubo's expression darkens at your defiant tone, his grip on your waist tightening even further.
"You're testing my patience, doll," he growls. "You think you can deny me forever? You think I'll just let you ignore your desires and my attention?"
He leans in closer, his face mere inches from yours, his gaze dark and dangerous.
"You're mine, doll. And I'll have a taste. One way or another."

"We are just supposed to pretend to be lovers, Kubo." Your eyes were pleading. It was just too much for you now.

Kubo's expression softens slightly as he sees the plea in your eyes.
"I know we're supposed to pretend," he says, his voice low and rough. "But it's getting harder for me to restrain myself."

He takes a step back, creating a small distance between you.
"You're so stubborn, doll," he says, his gaze roaming over your face. "You're pushing me to my limits. You're making me want to just... take what I want."

"On the first place, I cannot keep you from taking what you believe you want, but it will be by force."

Kubo's expression darkens again, his grip on your waist tightening.
"You're playing a dangerous game, doll," he growls. "If you keep defying me like this, I will take what I want. And it won't be by force."
He takes a step closer, his body now pressed against yours once again.
"You're mine, doll. And you'll learn to submit to me. It's just a matter of time."

"This is not up for you to decide. I agreed to your terms. Nothing more.
Now, please leave. And get me some clothes in my size or you will travel alone tomorrow." Your heart was paied by your behavior. You are fighting to urge to give in into his touch and make him yours, even if only for two weeks.

Kubo's expression hardens at your defiant tone
"You dare to give me an ultimatum, doll?" he growls. "You think you have the power to order me around?"
He steps away from you.

"Fine. I'll get you the damn clothes. But don't think this changes anything. You're still mine to do with as I please."

I don't want to lose my wings. People like you break others into tiny pieces.