[ those words make his heart stir, fluttering against his ribcage. his fingers trace up the curvature of daan's jawline, delicately coaxing him into another kiss. he has his taste memorized by now, but somehow, he never grows tired of it. so he kisses him again, over and over, the silence of daan's suite only stifled by the sound of their lips smacking against one another.

"i'm all yours." ...he could get addicted to the sound of that. ]

...I watch you when you sleep sometimes, too. [ he probably sounds like a creep, but-- ] You hold onto me a little tighter when you're deep in your dreams. Makes me wonder what you're thinking about.

[ if it's a good dream -- if it's of a world that's treated him better. ]

...Daan. [ his voice lowers, tense and steely. ] ...If you say that you're mine, then... I'm not gonna hold back.