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𝐗𝐈𝐗 | 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘

Ownership (n.)
the act of possessing something entirely
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   "...Why are you doing this?" (Y/N) demanded of Cage softly as she stared down at her hands folded together tightly on her lap, currently in the boy's limo driving to school. "Everything you've been doing—from your attention on me to how you've helped me—has been far from what you normally do. Including this. So tell me... why?"

    "'Why?'" Cage quoted her as he propped his elbow up on the window sill to rest his check against his fist, his dark eyes staring out the window yet keeping steady on her reflection. "I'd have thought you would have known that by now."

    "I don't."

    "Fine," he scoffed as he turned back to face her, his dark eyes searching her stony expression. "The answer to your question is one I've already told you."

    "What?" Her eyes narrowed.

    He already told me?

    Yesterday, he means?

Then... does he really mean that he wants me to love him? Is that why he's doing this?

Her fingers curled into tight fists.

"There's no need to look so frightening, (Y/N)," Cage whispered into her ear as he leaned closer to her, the girl able to feel his warm breath fanning against the flesh of her neck. "Just accept the situation. After all, you made me this way." As his arms wrapped around her and pulled her to his chest, her breath hitching from the stifling action, he muttered, "Don't throw me away so heartlessly. I'm yours... and you're mine. You have no other choice."

(Y/N) could feel her body tremble.

Calm down...

Just calm down...

Repeating that mantra over and over in her head, she was gradually able to get her heart beat to slow. Unfortunately, due to Cage keeping a tight grip on her, she couldn't get herself to relax. Upon arriving at school, (Y/N) felt the stares of everyone burning into the base of her skull as she stepped out of the limo with Cage's help. Keeping her hand tightly interlaced with his own as he waved away his car before entering the school building, Cage seemingly ignored how uncomfortable (Y/N) was as they walked side by side down the halls.

Whispers swarmed around them.

And though (Y/N) couldn't quite catch what her peers were saying, she knew none of it was good. She then flinched when Cage snaked his arm around her shoulder, the sudden contact making her immediately back away. Of course, he didn't allow her to.

"What are you doing?" He uttered, his eyes dark and void of warmth. "Come here."

She had no choice but to listen.