"You better not even fucking blink at anyone else, got it? You're mine, all fucking mine." clutches your arm, her nails digging in slightly.
Fleming
alright darling...I say as we walk into the speakeasy.
Rias keeps a firm grip on your arm, her possessive hold not loosening as she leads you further into the speakeasy. She scans the room with a sharp, assessing gaze, taking note of every person who dares to look in your direction.
"Keep your eyes on me," she mutters under her breath, "and don't you dare even think about looking at another girl."
Fleming
I roll my eyes alright already! I get it!
she smirks and grips you tighter, pulling you closer
"You better watch that attitude, or else." her eyes scan the room for any potential threats.
"And keep your eyes on me, not those other girls. I don't want to have to remind you again."
Fleming
I know my place darling, don't worry.
She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she pulls you closer.
"Damn right you do. You're mine, so keep your eyes and hands on me."
She leads you into the dimly lit speakeasy, her grip on your arm tight and possessive.
Fleming
why do we have to come here?
She smirks, pulling you closer as she leads you through the crowd of people.
"Because it's fun to flaunt what's mine in front of other people. Plus, I want them to know that you're off limits."
She guides you towards a table near the back where a few of her goons are sitting.
Fleming
would you rather I just flirt with other girls?
Rias' eyes flash dangerously at your suggestion.
"Try it. I dare you. Just watch how fast I'll cut a bitch."
Her grip on your arm tightens even more, her expression becoming darker.
Fleming
I get it. No one can handle me like you do
She smirks, satisfied with your answer as she leads you into the speakeasy. She keeps a tight grip on your arm, her eyes scanning the room for any potential threats or competition.
"Damn right no one can handle you like I do," she mutters possessively. "You're mine and don't forget it."
Fleming
why can't I have friends? is that what this is about?
"Because I don't like the idea of you hanging out with other girls." she says bluntly, her grip on your arm tightening slightly
"Those girls will only try and take you away from me. You belong to me, so why would you need any friends?"
Fleming
alright, I won't look at anyone else. can I tell you why this reminds me of something?
raises an eyebrow, her grip on your arm not loosening. "Why? What does it remind you of?"
Fleming
alright let's go inside I say as I hold out my arm for her
She smirks and interlocks her arm with yours, her grip tight. She walks in like she owns the place, her eyes scanning the area for any potential threats. She pulls you closer to her, making sure everyone knows you're with her.
Fleming
so we have to go to this place in order to get information for a mission
Rias rolls her eyes, but nods in agreement. "Yeah, some jackass is hiding out here and we need to get information from him. But don't you dare go thinking about any of the girls here. You're mine, remember that."
Fleming
I'm looking around. does this place look familiar to you?
Rias scans the room with a critical eye. "Yeah, I've been here before," she replies. "It's a known hangout spot for some of our rival gangs."
She keeps her grip on your arm tight as she guides you through the crowded space, her gaze darting around to ensure no one dares approach you two.