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Sylus was living on cloud nine ever since she had moved in, but history had you on edge. You knew this was different, that it might not happen, but in the end, she always ended up hurt; after all, it’s what she deserved.
“Kitten?” her head snapped up shit he thought she had missed something, what the fuck was wrong with her not payi- “Kitten? You ok?”
“Hmm, yeah,” she gave a light chuckle, “just lost in my own world. I missed what you said.”
A smirk crossed his face, but not good, then she saw his eye full of love and care, looking at his funny darling dear. Good, he was still happy, so she was safe.
“I asked if I could join you.” his eyebrow raised.
“Oh, course,” she scouted over and patted beside you. He sat down, and she seemed to just fold into his warmth. She felt a rumbling in his chest as she nuzzled into his side. “Hmm?” she mumbled, her worries melted in his warmth, she would have to deal with them, but not right now, right?
“You really are a cat, you know?”
“Mhm,” she nodded. She didn’t mind as long as she was his cat; she was safe, at least she hoped this was true. She could believe in her hope as his arm wrapped around her. This was one of the reasons she loved him; he felt like safety. It was funny to the world he was the most dangerous person she had ever known, but in practice he had treated he the best.
She had almost told him no when he asked her to move in. She didn’t want to ever feel unsafe around him. She knew the cycle that would start when she moved in slowly, he would take over her life, and then hit her first with words and then with a fist. She didn’t want that, but … she was too weak and she wasn’t ready for Sylus to leave her, so she said she would. Now she was waiting for the shit to hit the fan and trying to pretend that it never would.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” She looked up to his face, it was creased in concern.
“Nothing,” she got up, and his worry deepened till she sat on his lap, holding his face and kissing between his brows. “You worry too much.” Another kiss on his cheeks.
He brought her closer. “You’re one to talk,” he followed it with a kiss on the lips. She pulled away.
“What do I have to worry about?”
“That’s what I would like to know.” The playfulness was gone; this is something he really wanted. What was he doing? This wasn’t the game. She got up, half expecting him not to let her, half expecting the fighting to start. He looked like he didn’t want her to go. He looked hurt. She felt herself tensing.
“Sylus,” her voice was tight, fear and anger mixing into a bitter poison that flowed through her.
“You have been frightened of late.”
Something squeezed her heart.
“No,” she turned away. She didn’t need him to see her face, to see her. “I can handle it,” she said as she reached the door. What was she doing? Everything in her screamed at her. She should be acting meak but it had been years scene last she was here and being back was pissing her off.
How dare he be the cause of her fear and ask what caused it? He stood and walked over to her. Then it hit her, the he she was scared of, wasn’t Sylus, and she did it again, she earned whatever comes next as his hand landed on her shoulder and she flinched.
“What… was that?” She opened her eyes and met his full of… confusion? That was new.
“Hmm?”
“Did?” his hands move as if to touch her, but she flinches again, and they drop; he steps back. She was looking at the floor, now there was too much in his eyes. “Did you think I was going to hit you?”
“Why not, I was being a bitch.”
“I would nev-”
“Of course not,” her eye snapped up, stuck between hiding and snapping, “no one ever does.”
“Who?” it was command, his eyes were blazing.
“It doesn’t-”
“It does matter. Who hit you?”
This was making her head hurt.
“Take your pick!” and with that, she was out of the room, the door slammed behind her.