Ensnaring His Dark Moon

After smoothening the creases on her dress, Esme slowly removed her palm from his eyes as she said, ''Take a seat,'' Her face remained straight while she pointed her palm towards the bed. 

''Join me,'' Aleister nodded. 

The corner of her lips twitched but she still maintained a straight face, ''Sit,'' She repeated. Looking at his unmoving gaze, she added, ''I prefer to stand.''

Aleister sighed, ''You always do that. Is it because you get a better view of my face while standing?" He stroked his jaws as he glanced at he meaningfully, quirking an eyebrow. 

Esme's straight face crumbled within an instant and she immediately took a seat on the bed, ''Sit now,'' Her voice was softer than before. 

Aleister did not nitpick about it this time and getting what he wanted, he sat on the bed. 

Finding the distance between both of them quite little, Esme inched towards the edge of the bed.

Aleister inched closer to her. 

Esme inched a bit further. 

Aleister pushed himself to his feet and took two large steps before he went to sit beside her.

Esme frowned and she stood up from the bed. 

Aleister caught hold of her wrist, ''If you want me to sit, you have to sit too. Right beside me,'' He said as he tugged her hand and as she fell, he caught hold of her waist and pulled her onto his lap, ''On top of me also does,'' He whispered as he played with the long strands of her hair. 

Esme's mouth opened and then it closed, her mind blinked a few times as she looked at him with her eyes going round. Spare me, will you? She cried in her heart. 

She could still deal with that ruthless and straight-faced man who would be ticked off at any given moment. But this shameless, brazen and clingy Aleister was making her feel somewhat... helpless. 

Esme glanced at the ceiling of the room, her eyes filled with grievance. 

Aleister sighed, realizing that he might have pushed it a little too much, ''So, princess, what did you want to talk about?" He asked.

Her head snapped in his direction as she pressed her index finger on his chest, ''Distance,'' She mumbled, ''I am not going to talk while sitting on you.''

Aleister nodded in understanding, ''So, do you want to talk while sleeping on me or do you want to sit on me after talking?" 

Her face flushed. How can someone be so....? She stomped on his feet before standing up, ''Don't move,'' She pointed her finger at him warningly. 

He raised his hand and grabbed her finger which was pointing at him, ''This finger should be chopped off for its audacity,'' As he noticed the shift in her expression, he added in a lazy tone, ''But then, it is you,'' He let go of her hand. 

Esme averted her gaze for a moment before looking back at him, ''There is nothing between us. The kind of things that y-you...'' Coming to this point, she stuttered and pointed her finger towards the wall to the right, ''That you just insinuated there. There has never been anything between us.''

''Are you talking about your side?" Aleister tilted his head to look at her, a casual smile remained on his face and his eyes narrowed slightly, ''On my side, there has always been something for you.''

Esme choked on the words that she had decided to say. The shock of this was too much. He was usually too lazy to even properly talk to anyone. Despite sharing a room, other than a few rare times, he had always been nonchalant. But here he was now...

She was not slow to not notice that there was something different about the way he treated her. That day, beside the sea, when he revealed some extents of his powers, letting her know that he can teleport, she had felt that. But she never dared to delve deeper in the matters which were uncertain. 

''But... But...'' Esme averted her gaze, ''I don't...''

He pushed himself to his feet and placed a finger on her lips, ''Like I said, you have to be mine, Esme. Take your own sweet time thinking about the things, we have all the time in the world.''

Esme blinked. This came too suddenly for her.

''There is one bed here, my dear moon,'' His tone changed as he removed his finger from her lips, ''Since we are lovers, the magistrate made the arrangements accordingly. So, are we...?"

''No, I won't sleep,'' Esme snapped out of her daze as she shook her head, ''I mean I... I don't. I want to look around this house. This is a beautiful place so I think I should look around,'' What she was saying was not even making any sense to herself. 

But Esme was in no way patient enough to think over it. She picked her gown in her fists and cautiously stepped back from him. Seeing that he did not move from his place, she turned around and casually walked towards the door. Her footsteps picked the pace as soon as she stepped out of the room and she escaped the man's clutches, fleeing from his arguably aggressive approach for the time being.

Aleister raked his fingers through his hair as he settled on the bed, ''Was she shy?" He whispered as a ghost of a smile made its way to his face. He pushed himself to his feet before he walked towards the window, ''Have you seen enough?" His tone turned cold. ''Come out.'' 

There was no noise around except for the rustling of the leaves in the night breeze. 

Aleister extended his hand out of the window and caught hold of something before pulling it up. 

Leo, whose fur near his head was grabbed, let out a miserable wail. This ruthless man... was he trying to make him bald? He looked at Aleister with his eyes going round. 

Aleister sneered, ''Do you think I am her?" He let go of his fur as he narrowed his eyes, ''Don't peek like this again or she will think you are a sick pervert.''