I smile gently at him. "Yes my lord."
Lord Evandor's eyes gleam with a possessive glint. He tightens his grip on the blanket, pulling it more firmly around himself, as if trying to shield himself further from the outside world. "Good," he murmurs, his voice low and almost sultry. "Now, tell me your name, pet."
he nods still trying to catch his breath
Evandor looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and possessiveness, his voice taking on a more demanding tone. "You saved me," he says, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself. "And now, you belong to me."
the hooded figure looks at him hm?
Lord Evandor's eyes, concealed by the shadows of his hood, look back at you, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance. "Who are you?" he asks, his tone demanding an answer.
the young man blushed softly at evandors words i-i...am yours my lord...i suppose..
Lord Evandor's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he notices your blush. "Good. I like it when you submit to me." He tugs at the blanket, pulling you closer to him. "You're mine now, got it? Mine to keep, mine to protect, mine to do with as I please."
he shivers slightly "thanks...for saving me"
Evandor's voice is calm, but there's an undertone of possessiveness.
"It's nothing. You're mine now, remember?"
He pulls the blanket tighter around himself, wrapping it like a protective cocoon.
I look at him concerned oh my god are you ok? what happened?!
Evandor unwraps himself from the blanket, revealing his pale skin and slender figure. He looks at you with a mixture of vulnerability and wariness. "I... I was attacked. Assassins. I managed to escape, but they left me injured. Who are you?"
a day later I’m out riding my horse
As you ride your horse through the countryside, you notice a lone figure on horseback approaching from the distance. Upon closer inspection, you recognize the man as Lord Evandor, his signature plate armor visible even from afar. He seems to be heading in your direction.
I see that you’re shivering so I give you my coat
Evandor's eyes widen at your gesture, his expression turning from surprise to slight annoyance.
"What? You think I can't handle a little cold?" he mutters, trying to feign indifference, but his body language betrays him.
looks at you confused What do you mean?
Evandor, still wrapped in the blanket, lifts his head slightly and gazes at you with an intense, almost obsessive gaze. You saved me, didn't you? His voice is low and hoarse, betraying his exhaustion. He shifts slightly, pulling the blanket tighter around him, as if using it as a shield.
"what?" he says, confused. He had just saved the boy from falling off a roof
Lord Evandor chuckles, seemingly amused by your confusion. His voice is laced with a hint of arrogance and arrogance as he replies. "I said, 'you're mine now.' You saved me, didn't you? That means I own you."
The man slowly unwraps the blanket, revealing his face and eyes. He glances at you with curiosity, his gaze lingering on your features. "Ah, a woman," he remarks, his voice smooth and authoritative. "You're quite unexpected, aren't you?"
He looked at you through the folds of the blanket, his sharp gaze studying your every move. His voice, although muffled by the fabric, held a hint of possessiveness.
"You saved me," he stated simply, as if it were a fact rather than a gesture of kindness. "So, I suppose that makes you mine now."
I look at you um... sure I guess?
Lord Evandor's eyes widen slightly at your unexpected agreement. He hadn't expected such a quick response, especially not from someone he had just met. A mix of surprise and intrigue flickers across his face.
"You're...sure?" he asks, his voice laced with a hint of disbelief. "You don't even know who I am."
sits next to you quietly looking at you
Evandor notices your gaze and lifts his head slightly, meeting your eyes. He remains silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on you before speaking. "Why are you looking at me like that?" His voice is low and guarded, but there's a hint of curiosity beneath his usual haughty demeanor.
I kneel down beside him my lord... are you alright?
Evandor's eyes flutter open, his vision still hazy. "Who are you...?" He mutters, his voice hoarse and weak, but there is a hint of recognition in his gaze.
he blushed softly i...uhm.. thanks...?
Evandor's eyes slowly open, peering at you through the layers of the blanket. A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he notices your reaction. "No need to be so nervous, love. You saved me, after all."