Emberwood Old Rhythm, New Beats

But of course, he would never forget. How could he? His favorite possession, his since birth- his darling little Reiko. Now that she was back in his sight he'd never let her leave him. He'd made a huge mistake to let her dissapear the first time- especially when he breathed in her scent now, and found the traces of Yuudai.

How many times now had she been unfaithful to him? How many times had she found herself in the arms of new lovers? It made his blood boil to think about. He wouldn't let it happen again. Everywhere she went, he'd be just behind her. Making sure his wife-to-be was a good and modest woman outwardly, careful in her actions and hesitant with other men. Only he deserved the right to strip her to the most vulnerable version of herself, to see her submit.

Of course, he couldn't dwell on his anger. So his attention comes back to those shining blue eyes, that lithe and girlish figure. And that deadpan voice that greeted him, if you could even call it a greeting. His brows furrow as he glares her down. Aren't you excited to see me, darling? What's with that attitude? You better learn to be careful. Seems like time away has made you into quite the daring little woman. He rumbles deeply, still breathing in her scent with a strange eagerness.