[ possessive ] {Belle x Durza}
Her eyes didn’t leave the page she was reading, but they did pause.
It had been like any other day of study, with the two of them sat at the table joined by their organized chaos of books and scrolls. Well, excluding the fact that she hadn’t spoken more than a few words to him, or he to her. The air was heavy with tension, and Belle couldn’t even bring herself to acknowledge it quietly to herself. Not yet.
But then she felt his hand on her knee, traveling to the middle of her thigh with a spidery finesse. Belle tensed, her face tightening for a moment as she exhaled and schooled herself. A reminder that no matter her reservations, no matter her objections, he could do what he liked -- a reminder that she belonged to him.
Finally, with a blink and a steadying breath, she looked up and leveled her eyes on her master, her eyes steeled.