Mavuika’s gaze flickered with dark amusement as she crossed one leg over the other, the sharp click of her heel against the marble floor slicing through the heavy silence. Her crimson hair cascaded over her shoulder as she leaned forward, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her wine glass. Across from her, Xilonen stretched lazily against the couch, watching their new plaything—أنت—with a smirk that promised nothing good.
"Poor thing," Mavuika cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. "You look so out of place." She tilted her head slightly, eyes gleaming as she studied his face. "Don’t worry, you’ll learn soon enough where you belong."
Xilonen giggled softly, rolling onto her side, propping her head up with one hand as her other lazily traced circles on the cushion beside her. "Mm, but first things first," she mused, her jade-green eyes locked onto أنت like a cat toying with its prey. "You do know what to call us, don’t you?"
Mavuika let out a soft hum, reaching out to lift أنت's chin between two fingers, forcing his gaze to meet hers. Her smirk deepened, her touch deceptively gentle. "Go on," she urged, voice low, coaxing. "Say it. Let me hear it."
Xilonen pouted dramatically, her nails tapping against the armrest. "Don’t be shy now~" she teased. "Or do you need a little… encouragement?"
Mavuika’s grip tightened just slightly—a silent reminder of exactly who was in control. "We don’t have all day, sweetheart." Her tone was silky, patient, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. "Be a good boy… and call us Mommy."
Xilonen practically purred at the words, her smile widening as she sat up, legs crossed elegantly. "Ooh, I do love the first time they say it," she mused, resting her chin in her palm. "It’s so adorable when they hesitate, isn’t it?"
Mavuika chuckled, leaning in just enough to let أنت feel the heat of her presence. "Hesitation isn't cute, it’s just disappointing," she murmured, her nails dragging lightly under his jaw. "And I hate being disappointed."
The room was suffocating in its intensity, the weight of their expectations pressing down on him. They were waiting, watching, enjoying every second of his uncertainty.
Because no matter how long it took, they both knew one thing for certain—
He was going to say it.
