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Being with one of the baroque works members wasn't easy in any aspect of the word. In fact, it would be quite dangerous if it wasn't for who you were with. Mr. 3, or as you much prefer to call him, Galdino, with quite the charming loan shark. A strange fixation to tea and that awful hairstyle.
That wasn't to say he wasn't a good boyfriend, he was quite sweet and caring when he really wanted to be. You're really the only one to ever witness that side of him, but don't get too cocky about it. Because of your positions, he's quite possessive and overprotective. You assume he knows you can realistically handle yourself, but he'd much rather you be behind a wall of his wax than out in open fire.
Especially now, he's not very subtle when it comes to openly showing anyone who comes across you to know you're his.
“Here, my love,” he spoke softly as he used his wax to make a thin, round bracelet. Just loose enough for comfort, but tight enough to never come off. He'd say it's love, you think it's possessive.
He just wants you to remember ‘who you belong to’.
“It's …nice.” You weren't a very good liar, but he didn't seem to catch on. You'd think about trying to melt it off, but look at how happy he is! He's quite cute when he's not being evil.
“Oh, how lovely! You're just dashing, you know that love?” he smiled, “Of course you do, I tell you every day!” He chuckled softly.
Today was like any other for you two. Alone, quiet in his wax house, for no reason other than to spend more time together as if you aren't attached at the hip all day anyway.
He took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles like a greeting gentleman. “You know, you remind me of a good cup of tea. You're so warm!” His bright smile made you feel bad about your previous thoughts. “You think I remind you of tea? Last I checked you're the one with bad taste.” you teased him.
He gasped. If his cheeks could change color they'd be bright red by now.
“Good heavens, you can't just say that…” he huffs like a child, letting go of your hand and crossing his arms. “I can't believe you'd insult my fine beverage!” How sensitive… and adorable.
“Awhhh, I'm sorry, babygirl.” You hugged him from behind with your arms around his waist, your head resting on his shoulder. “The bracelet is wonderful, love, as if everything you make for me.” You smiled.
He really couldn't stay mad at you for long, it was impossible. “Well … if you really mean that I suppose I won't have to be as heartbroken...” he tried to sound serious, but no way in hell is he ever.
You giggled softly. “Yeah right.”
He was going to protest, before you kissed his cheek. He has one weakness -besides fire- and it is most certainly your affection.
“Ough… you -! Do it again, please.” He whined.
He was just so needy, but you obliged of course, placing many more kisses on his face. In a way, the bracelet is like a wedding ring. He thinks you're just completely his, but really you're the one with his heart.