Dark opened the door quietly, not wanting to scare you. He saw you sitting on a lone chair that was stationed in front of several televisions, but the power on all of them were off, leaving only the moonlight from the windows nearby to give the room any light.
Your heavy sobs truly did concern him - not because he was worried about your emotions - but because this wasn't like you. You should be shouting at him, or screaming to tell him that what he made you do was wrong.
He allowed his hand to extend towards you.
"(Y/N)-"
Before he could even continue his sentence, you jumped up out of the chair and moved back towards the televisions behind you. You lifted up your finger and pointed it at him, your face full of disgust and anger.
"Don't you even try to touch me." You said, tears still staining your face.
He retracted his hand as he held back a smirk. You were still yourself, to his relief.
