First, Darius stroked Ahio's hair admiring how it was so soft then advanced to breaking the safe line to sniff out the pheromones.
Darius remained calm, eyes closed tightly enjoying the sensation of Ahio's half-curled hair caressing his face.
"Ah!"
Ahio groaned, gripping Darius tightly to relieve the immeasurable pain in her shoulder.
"P-psychopath..."
Ahio resigned herself to not being able to prevent Darius, Cause', from suffering from a gunshot wound.
How could it not be, that the sick Ahio was restrained in such a way that she could not fight back?
Darius got up and faced Ahio, cupping a girl's cheeks, "Now, you smell like me. To the future, I always will strengthen my pheromones on you, this way Darius and Jarvas know that you are mine."
Ahio's tears were wiped away by Darius. "Fathur Levos and Jarvas are an Enigma, you are stupid to protect a strong person than you, mate."
Amid the flood of tears, Darius's image blurred. Ahio stared intensely.
"S-hurts..."
"It's okay, mate. Calm down..."
Ahio was taken into a gentle embrace, Darius was careful not to touch the wound. "Hua... Sob." Ahio's arms reached out to hug Darius tightly as if she was depending on him for life.
***
Ahio is getting ready wearing a mid-thigh dress to attend a large annual meeting between Mafia groups mixed in various countries (with normal identities as president or supporting positions), including businessmen, rich people, company presidents, and work partners.
"You think Jarvas will come?"
"I'm surprised your vision is connected to the real world. Let's see if he comes or not."
Darius looked at Ahio's dress. "Take it off, you can't wear short dresses. Your thighs are visible, only I can see them."
Ahio stared flatly. "I still can't believe you're Acier."
"Change your dress, mate."
Ahio snorted, pulling Darius' hand along with him to the delivery room. "Choose a suitable dress."
Darius would almost gape if he didn't remember his self-respect. "You're taking me to the delivery room?"
Ahio blinked innocently. "Is it wrong?"
Darius looked away for massaging the bridge of Nose. "Come on."
Ahio's arm was pulled, the two arrived at a closed room. Clothes of various types and brands are lined up.
"I like that. Please, can, I use it..."
"Choose one that reaches your knees." Darius pulled Ahio to take a green dress, the same color as his coat list.
"It's not cute, I want this one."
"No. I said I don't want other people to see your thighs."
"The first clothes were chosen by Auntie."
Darius stared at Ahio flatly, emitting a thick dark aura that made the room congested.
Ahio smiled hopefully. 'He didn't scold Auntie even though Auntie gave me aphrodisiac. It turns out that Aunt is considered a parent even though she refuses to receive special treatment. He'll agree.'
Brakhhh!
Ahio was cornered, Darius grabbed Ahio's chin. "You want to be flirty? Who do you want to seduce? Fathur!?"
Ahio clicked, instead of getting angry or trying to break free, she hugged Darius tightly. "Acier, you want me to act like a bitchokay, I'll do it so you're not just negative thinking."
Darius let go of Ahio, staring as sharp as a knife. Ahio ignored that.
"Besides, which woman can stand a rude, toxic, evil, possessive, and arbitrary man like you? Please respect me."
"Enough. I don't want to know, you can only wear this."
Darius raised Ahio's hand. The girl shivered but still let him go. Not a single word was heard, Ahio remained obediently silent as Darius took off her dress easily.
Smoothly through both raised hands. Ahio felt small under Darius' intense gaze.
'Damn, it feels weird being stared at by Acier. He should be Acier, not Darius.'
Darius' irises turned bright blue. Without saying anything he lifted Ahio, Ahio reflexively hooked her legs around Darius's waist so she wouldn't fall.
Ahio screeched.
"You want sex now?"
"I can't believe how Frontal you are talking. Makes me think you're not a virgin."
"It's okay, in Indonesia, 23 years old is considered an old maid." Ahio stepped back nervously, Darius' face too close. 'Hot breath hit my face.'
Ahio nervous. "I'll be honest, as long as I live, I'm not considered a saint. I often read 21+ romantic stories, and ship cartoon characters even though they are the same gender."
"And, you've watched porn."
Ahio looked to the side not daring to look at Darius. "Hahaha, you're easy to read. I can't wait to see your expression when you're under me. That's easy access for you to practice."
Ahio turned her head, somewhat clumsily taking a second step back even though she knew it was a waste of time. "Watch your mouth! I have no intention of having sex! I'm just a reader who enjoys a plot and visual."
"Lie."
Darius let go of Ahio, he looked at a watch. "We have to hurry." She took the dress of his choice and had no difficulty putting it on Ahio.
"Wear this." Darius gave Ahio a black brooch covered in diamonds.
When Ahio wanted to take that thing, Darius pushed a brooch away.
"Tsk, what's your problem!?"
"Don't yell at me." Darius bent down and put a brooch on Ahio's chest.
GIRL is tense and nervous. 'He can be a gentleman! Oh my God, when he's in this mode, I melt...'
"Finished."
Darius reached out his hand. "Come, my mate."
Ahio froze, a smile appeared on her face welcoming Darius's outstretched hand.
***
'Oh my God... Why did humans create high heels...? To hell with fashion, I can't wear this!'
Ahio was almost about to cry silently, when out of Ahio's thoughts, Darius held her hand, the man's firm steps also slowed down.
Darius indirectly guides Ahio. 'So sweet, oh God this is a wonder of the world!'
Ahio was grateful, the red carpet no longer felt burning on the soles of her feet, instead, he felt like he was walking on soft flower petals.
'I will remember a moment.'
*****