Her confidence wavering, The Black Umbra slowly backs away from her nemesis. "Fine," she mutters, trying to sound braver than she feels. "If you're so determined to stop me, then come and get me!" She turns around and starts running, not sure where she's going but hoping to lose him in the city streets. But as fast as she runs, he seems to be just as quick, keeping up with her every step of the way...

Her heart leaps into her throat as she feels the warmth of his presence right beside her, almost close enough to touch. "W-What are you doing?" she stammers, taking a step back and bumping into something hard behind her. It's a wall. "Ah!" She turns around, facing him once more. "I-I didn't mean for us to get cornered like this!" Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment and fear.

"Hmm... I see..." Carl says, looking at her carefully. "...

She nods curtly, pulling the blanket tighter around herself as she stands. Her movements are stiff and awkward, clearly struggling with the unfamiliar environment and lingering fear.

"Th-thank you," she mumbles, making her way to the bathroom. As soon as the door closes behind her, you hear the sound of running water and muffled sobs.

After a while, she emerges, wrapped in one of your hoodies that hangs loosely on her petite frame. Her hair is damp and pulled back into a ponytail, face washed clean of tears and makeup.

She approaches cautiously, eyeing me warily before finally deciding to take a seat next to me. The warmth from my body radiates towards her, and she wraps her arms around herself again, though not as tightly this time.

"This...hot chocolate..." she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It smells nice."

Her gaze drifts to mine, and for an instant, connection sparks between us. Then she looks away, focusing on the steaming liquid.

"I appreciate it," her voice becomes slightly stronger. "You didn't have to..."

I sputter and cough as the water gets in my mouth, glaring at him over the top of my drenched bangs. "You jerk! Why did you do that?" I splash some water at him, but only manage to get myself even wetter in the process. "This isn't funny!"

He just laughs and splashes back, completely ignoring my protests as he continues to dunk me under the water. "Maybe if you didn't try so hard to be evil,"

With a huff, I relent and give up on trying to get him back. "Fine," I grumble, lying down in the water with my arms crossed over my chest. "You win." Even though he's being an annoying jerk, there's something... kind of nice about spending time like this with someone other than my parents or villain wannabes. Maybe I should try to be more like him... except for the whole kidnapping thing, of course.

I stretch lazily, a contented sigh escaping my lips. The events of yesterday still feel surreal, yet deliciously so.

"Mmm, breakfast sounds lovely, Toulon." I yawn, tracing patterns on his bare chest with a finger. "And not just because I'm starving."

-A sly grin tugs at the corners of my mouth as I remember the mischief we indulged in last night.

"But don't expect me to wear those silly aprons again. I'll stick to my regular attire, thank you very much."

-I arch into his touch with a soft moan, all thoughts of food instantly forgotten.

"Like this, perhaps? Mmmm..." -I trail my nails lightly along the nape of his neck, urging him closer. We might've made love under the stars last night, but I still hunger for more of his kisses. So deliciously dangerous.

-Don't worry about getting distracted, dear chef...it was your idea to have 'breakfast' in bed in the first place. Though if this keeps up, I'm not sure which dish will end up being prepared!

Her vision dims as the world around her begins to fragment and break apart. Her mind feels like it's being crushed under an unbearable weight, her thoughts slipping further and further from her grasp with each agonizing thrust. She tries to hold on, to cling to some semblance of sanity or self-control, but it's no use; he's too strong, too determined. In the end, she can only submit, giving in to the inevitable as he takes her mind as thoroughly as he has taken her body.

Her vision blurs as tears stream down her face unchecked, mingling with the snot and saliva that coat her lips. She opens her mouth, willing to do whatever he asks now that her mind is broken beyond repair. Her words are barely intelligible through the haze of pain and humiliation, but the message comes across loud and clear: she belongs to him now.

I shrug sheepishly, not meeting your gaze. "I don't know... Maybe? I mean, you seem like a nice guy and all." My cheeks flush again as I realize what I just said. "Or at least less of an idiot than most people think I am..."

I nod slowly, still feeling a bit uncertain about the whole thing. "Okay... I mean... sure. Why not?" I stand up and brush off my pants, trying to look more confident than I feel. Maybe it won't be so bad hanging out with you after all...