L'Amour Fou (bxb)

Chapter 20

A voice mumbled incoherently which caused me to
wake up. My eyes squinted as the blurred person focused onto a familiar face.
"Wake up, sweetie," he exclaimed in a teasing tone with a smirk on his face.
"How long was I out?" I replied feeling disorientated.
"Hmm..." he pondered looking at his watch. "I would say around 10 hours? It's 8 am."
"Why did you come to disturb me now?"
"To give you breakfast. I made your favorite, my love. Crêpes with lemon and sugar." He handcuffed me and untied all the ropes which made an immense weight vanish around me. I stood up whilst he grabbed onto my arm to ensure I don't lose my balance. He brought me over to the dining table where I saw two plates opposite each other.
"Is this some kind of date going on?"
"No. Just a special breakfast for a special person," he answered smirking lightly. I rolled my eyes at him which caused him to chuckle. He leant over to kiss me on the cheek to which I quickly dodged to avoid it and walked over to the table.

He sat me down on the nearest seat and brought his plate closer to mine. I could still see the heat from the pancake which meant they were freshly prepared. I looked down at the handcuffs around my wrists and realized I wasn't able to eat.
"How am I meant to eat with these handcuffs on?"
"I'll feed you."
My eyes widen at his response. He was genuinely taking this punishment seriously unlike before.

Examining the food, I saw that there was only one pair of knives and forks present on the table. Before I could even question him, I saw that he placed the cutlery on his plate and used his bare hands to grab a piece of the crêpe. He blew onto the food and gave it to me to eat.
"No, I'm not gonna eat that." My disgusted face seemed to amuse him as he gave me a wide smile.
"Why not?"
"You blew onto that with all your bacteria. No way am I gonna eat that." I retorted.
"Listen. I blew onto it since the food is too hot. If I gave it to you straightaway it would've burned your tongue and you would've accused me of hurting you."
I didn't say a word and just let my anger subside. He brought his hand closer to my mouth and I opened it. I didn't even realize when the food was finished until he praised me for finishing everything. He gave me some water and left the room.

After a few hours, he came back and sat opposite me, staring intensely into my face. As if he could see right through my soul. I hadn't even realized that I had fallen asleep, let alone for that long.
"What's the time?" I asked him, trying to get an understanding of how long I had slept for.
"12:49 pm."
"Listen, what do you want now? Why are you here again?" I sighed, this time not even making an effort to sound interested.
"You know, I was thinking we should have a proper conversation. Like, you know, to get to know each other bett-"
"Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. Get to know each other better? You already know me better than I probably know myself. I don't even think there's a single thing you don't know about me."
"Well, that's true," he grinned as if it's something to be proud of. "But I want you to get to know me better."
"No."
"No?"
"I think I know too much about you. I don't wanna know what other psychopathic shit you do."
"Come on. I promise I won't disclose anything you might find idiosyncratic."
"You're an idiot," I scoffed under my breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," I responded with a sarcastic smile on my face. "Tell me about you then."
"Ask me questions and I'll answer them with all honesty."
"Hmm, ok."

I began thinking intensely about the burning questions I've had for this man. I mean I already know what job he does, his real name, where he's from; pretty much everything.
"I'll start off simple. What's your favorite color?"
"Black. Well, it's more of a shade, I guess. So I would say crimson."
"Black and crimson. Nice. Ok apart from Italy, what's your favorite country?"
"Well, every country has its own beauty. But besides Italy, I would say France."
"Why France?"
"Well, its culture is so unique compared to the other Latin countries. The language is very similar to Italian, and it has some of the most iconic landmarks such as the Eiffel Tower or the Louvre. Besides, Paris is the city of love." He gave me a wink at the last part to which I rolled my eyes to.
"I agree I mean I've always romanticized France, especially Paris. Surprisingly, the country I've always wanted to visit is Italy. And it's for pretty much the exact same reason why you love France."
"Well, I could always take you to my hometown and show you around Italy. All I have to do is change my name cus I'm pretty much wanted in most of Italy, and this time is not for my looks." He smirked at me and then chuckled subtly under his breath with a smile.
"Yeah said no one ever," I exclaimed with a teasing tone to my voice. "Moving on, what's your favorite meal?"
"Not to be basic but pasta, especially tagliatelle but only the authentic Italian way. What about you?"
"You've gotta be serious."
"What?"
"All these years of stalking and you still don't know what my favorite main meal is? Guess that all went to vain."