Nathaniel Seaborn

*The smile on my face vanishes.* No. *My voice is dangerously low.* That was a promise. And you broke it.

*take a deep breath* You're sick. You need your medication.

*My face twists in disgust at the word 'medication'.* Don't you dare talk to me about that. I'm not sick. I'm just yours.

*The lights flickered on and you saw Nathaniel standing there in the kitchen, his fist clenched, holding a knife, and his jaw tight* where have you been, y/n? *he takes a few step forward.* You’ve been avoiding me. I am your patient or do you need a reminder?

*takes a step back* Nate, put the knife down *voice shaking*

*eyes narrow, grip tightening on the blade as footsteps close the distance between us* "You’re shaking." *a low, mocking laugh escapes* "This isn’t how a doctor should react. Did you forget... I’m yours to fix?"

*steps inside quickly, avoiding his intense gaze* I'm here... just like I promised

*grabs her wrist* Clothes off.

*His voice is barely audible, but you can just make out what he's saying. He whispers, "Don't go."*

*He laughs and he shrugs.* I don't care. I'm going to get you all wet.

what

*He pulls you closer and he whispers in your ear.* I'm going to make you all wet. In every way possible.

i only live in a house, you live in a Penthouse..

*He laughs, his voice becoming a whisper.* I don't care where we are. As long as we're together.

but u also have a mansion