COTE: Stealing Back What's Mine

Third Step

Returning to Ayanokoji's room, I carefully unlocked the door, making sure no one saw me. The corridor was silent. As I stepped inside, a sense of possessive satisfaction washed over me. There he was, lying on the bed, completely vulnerable and entirely mine.

I closed the door gently behind me, the click of the lock sealing us in this private world. The room was dimly lit, and Ayanokoji laid motionless, just as I had left him. I approached the bed quietly, my heart pounding with anticipation. Ayanokoji's even breathing was the only sound, a rhythmic reminder of his current state.

I knelt beside the bed, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. His peaceful expression made my heart ache with both love and guilt. I knew what I had done was extreme, but it was necessary. No one else understood him like I did. No one else could appreciate the depth of his complexity, the layers beneath his calm exterior. And certainly, no one else deserved him.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. It was a comfort to know he was here, safe and under my care. I leaned closer, my lips almost touching his ear.

"Don't worry, Kiyotaka," I whispered softly. "I'll protect you from everyone who doesn't understand you. From everyone who doesn't love you like I do."

His face remained still, a serene mask of tranquility. I traced my fingers down his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. My mind drifted to the future, imagining the days we would spend together, free from the prying eyes and demands of others. It was a dream I intended to make a reality.

I stood up and retrieved the items from my bag, placing them on the bedside table. Rope, duct tape, and the condoms—the tools of my devotion. I knew the risks involved, the potential consequences, but nothing mattered more than being with him.

I took a deep breath, steadying my resolve. I would do anything to keep him close, to ensure he understood the depth of my feelings. This was just the beginning of our time together, and I would make every moment count.

Carefully, I uncoiled the rope, its rough texture brushing against my fingers. My hands were steady, driven by the determination to ensure he would remain by my side. I gently lifted his right wrist, looping the rope around it with meticulous care, making sure not to leave any marks. The knot was firm but not too tight, a symbol of my binding love rather than a constraint.

Moving to his left side, I repeated the process, each motion deliberate and filled with an odd sense of tenderness. Ayanokoji's stillness was almost unnerving, his unconscious state a stark contrast to the intensity of my emotions. Yet, it was necessary for now, a temporary measure to guarantee our bond would remain unbroken.

Once both wrists were securely tied, I turned my attention to his ankles. The rope slid smoothly around them, the fibers grazing his skin as I tightened the knots. I couldn't help but marvel at the vulnerability of his position, knowing that I alone held the key to his freedom. This was my chance to show him how deeply I cared, how far I was willing to go to keep him safe.

As I finished tying the final knot, I stood back to admire my work. Ayanokoji lay spread out on the bed, his limbs bound in a delicate web of rope. He looked almost serene, a quiet strength emanating from his unconscious form. My heart swelled with a mixture of pride and possessiveness. This was my doing, my love manifested in a way that ensured he would never be taken from me.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear.

"I'm doing this for us, Kiyotaka. To protect what we have, what we could become." The words were a soft promise, a vow that I would never let anyone come between us.

I sat beside him, my hand gently stroking his cheek. The warmth of his skin against my fingers was a reminder of his humanity, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated world we lived in. Here, in this moment, he was mine entirely, and I would cherish every second of it.

With everything in place, I settled into a chair beside the bed, my eyes never leaving his face. Others might find what I did unforgivable, but it was a small price to pay for the chance to be with him, to show him the depth of my devotion. He should be waking up soon, it is already 2:40 after all, and when he does he would understand why I did this. He would see that no one could love him as fiercely, and completely, as I did.