ERIS
I tried to leave his lap.
First attempt was subtle. Just shifting my weight like I was getting comfortable, testing whether he'd notice if I slowly extracted myself.
His arms tightened immediately.
"Stay."
One word. Firm. Not a request.
I tried again five minutes later. Different approach. Stretching like my muscles were stiff, using the movement as excuse to create distance.
He pulled me back before I'd moved an inch.
"Stay," he repeated.
Third attempt was more direct. Just pushing against his chest, trying to stand up properly.
He didn't let go. Just adjusted his grip and looked at me with that insufferable expression that said he knew exactly what I was doing and found it entertaining.
"I need to—"
"No, you don't."
"You don't know what I was going to say."
"Doesn't matter. The answer is still no."
I glared at him.
He smiled back. Completely unrepentant.
I gave up.
