"Sylus, put me down!"
Control and restraints were the cornerstones of my personality until Harley blew them away and turned me into this!
I deposited her into the bed and crowded her space. The world was fuzzy around the edges as a massive migraine hit me. My heart pounded in my chest, and I lowered my gaze to her hands that went to my throat, but not enough to cut off air entirely.
"Don't ever throw me around like that again, or you'll wake up incomplete."
"It's not my fault you're fucking light as a feather, gattino," I whispered against her ear. "Maybe if you stopped testing me, I'd have a reason to not throw you around like I just did."
"Light? Really?" She hissed, and I felt her grip around my neck tighten. "Tell me, can you breathe? Do I need to go further than this?" Lord. Harley was out of her mind, everything I should hate.
