»I'm living on such sweet nothing...
She knew how he actually felt about her, but she pretended she didn't. She let the charade carry on, even though she knew it would have to come to an end someday. Even now, the little voice in the back of her head was telling her to get away while she could, but her heart told her to stay for as long as Izaya would permit her. She simply cared that much for the man who held no real feelings for her, and that was that. [Name] would simply have to deal with it when the time came.
Right now, though, Izaya had his arms curled around her in a loving manner as he sat on the couch, not permitting her to leave from her perch on his lap- not that she would anyways. Their breaths mixed in the small space between their mouths, lingering with the faint scent of mint from her toothpaste and coffee from his earlier beverage. Her eyes were glazed over while his were shining with mirth as he watched her, occasionally taunting her with small touches of their lips or by playing with her hair.
"Izaya?" [Name] breathed out, as if the taunting literally knocked the air from her lungs.
"Yes, my little puppet?" She hated that nickname, but it was so appropriate for her, as he had always manipulated her, easily getting her to do the things he desired her to do - no matter what it was.
"You're doing it again," she whispered, referring to his feather light touches that roved over her spine in a teasing manner just under her shirt. His sneer told her that he knew exactly what he was doing, and had a plan for what was to follow.
"You would stop me if you didn't enjoy it, though I would do as I pleased anyways," he retorted just before his lips brushed hers again, this time not moving away. Their tongues clashed in a fight over dominance that, really, hadn't been much of a fight. It wasn't too long before they were molded as one, skin to skin and breathing heavily.
"I- I love you," she breathed out helplessly, drowning in her own emotions toward the man that now hovered over her, smiling a cheshire smile.
"You will always be my little puppet, no matter what," he cooed out, using the double meaning to his advantage before his plump lips latched onto the nape of her neck, eliciting a joyful sound from hers. His lips traveled to her ear, and he said the one thing that made her heart both flutter with joy, and at the same time, hurt with an intense burning. "I love you, [Name]."
As the night carried on, more words were exchanged along with their intimate moments, and she took each word he said to heart. She knew that his words were empty and meaningless, but she listened to them anyways. She would always take his sweet nothings and hope that, tomorrow, they would become a blissful reality and that nothing would ever change.
How foolish she was.
»So I put my faith in something unknown.