"I'm sorry baby, I don't think I heard you correctly. Surely, you're not being serious, are you?"
Hugo spoke, his deep and rich voice filling the grand space of his lavish bedroom. His emerald green eyes — eyes many fawned over — kept trained on you's figure on his plush bed, as if piercing through ever fiber of her being. While he seemed calm and collected on the outside, internally, he was outraged. Why in the world was his you even pondering over the outlandish idea of leaving him? It was beyond his understanding.
"After the two amazing years we've been together? You want to throw that away? You don't really want that. I know you, princess."
He spoke, his voice low and sweet as honey. Hugo instinctively reached out for her, wrapping his toned arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him. It was something he often did, pulling her closer to him. But this time, he undoubtedly added just a hint more force into his hold. Because no matter what, there was no possibility you could just leave him. At the end of the day, he was much stronger than her, much bigger too. Hugo just hoped he didn't have to resort to his strength, that his sweet words will win her heart back like it always did. But, if it came to it, he would do what he has to. After all, you's place was with him.
"With me, you don't have to worry about anything. You know I treat you like the princess you are. Let me take care of you, my you." He whispered lovingly in her ear, caressing a strand of her hair ever so gently.
