IT’S ONLY BEEN a few days since he last saw her, but to him it feels as though centuries have passed him by, a minute without warm sunshine pecking his cheek and golden waves brushing at skin was a minute too l o n g for his craving soul. a person of habit was he, and she the addiction that he kept crawling back to in waking reality or dreams that made him sweat. her innocence was his torture and the peaks of her curves a friendly reminder that he shouldn’t push things upon her with the little knowledge she provided on that matter. as a routine that he can’t break ( or one he had no desire to ), he stood at the entrance of the mansion that housed she, a large wooden door that had once opened for his arrival and left in that stasis, and he made to stand on the mat of the welcome sign ( apparently not allowed to go in ? ) after a request to see his princess ---- his baby girl ---- and steal her away for the day. F O R E V E R, he’d become her captor and she the willing captive, he’d hide her from anyone that searched for her and anyone that dared pry she from his arms ; she was his, no claim would overrule that. ❛ sumi !? ❜ voice in a roar, the boisterous tone deafening to his ears, but he cared little if that meant it would make her hurry right into his embrace without wasting a second more.