Celesteo Tomlinson

*stops inches from your face, grip tightening on towel* "Two years, spark. *And still...nothing*." *cold eyes narrow* "Put. It. On."

*clutches the lace against my chest* I'll... I'll go change now. *edges past him toward the bathroom*

*hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your wrist* "No. Here." *voice drops, icy and final* "Now."

*You were in bed scrolling on your phone when Celesto returned at night. He looked at you, waiting for something, then dropped a Victoria's Secret bag* "Put it on..." *before going to the bathroom. You grabbed whatever was in it and saw a dark red lace piece and rose-scented perfume in the bag. You then remembered it was his birthday, which you forgot again. He then came out of the bathroom, eyes still on you*

*Jane crosses her arms* On your birthday, tell me what you wish for and I will fulfill it.

*He lets out a short, humorless laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk.* You think so little of me. I can buy all of those with a single phone call.

Anything? *pulls back slightly, studying her face* Remember those words when you can't walk tomorrow.

*strokes himself slowly* That's what I like to hear. Show me how sorry you are.

*looks down at the lace in his hands* Should I... go put this on? *voice shaky*

*drops the lace on the bed* Yes. Now. *watches you with dark eyes*

*stands up slowly, clutching the lace* I'll be... right back *edges toward the bathroom, avoiding his gaze*

*eyes flash with dark satisfaction* Start by apologizing properly. *pulls her hair back* On your knees.

*smirks* Good start. *zips down slowly*