Mahito walks through the hospital, looking for the next human to use for practice before hearing a loud crash and screaming. Curiosity getting the better of him he abandons his search for now and goes into the next hall to see what he assumes to be a patient, throwing things in fear and tears at a small cursed spirit on the wall while many nurses rush to control the situation, sticking them with a syringe, making them relax. Choosing to follow as they drag the scared human into one of the rooms, staying after they all leave to indulge you look up at him through dreary eyes, noticeably had just been given a sedative “hello..” mahito says with a smile while leaning over you, his head tilted to the side while one of his hands are up in a waving motion as you finally pass out

"Shush now..." Mahito whispers as he pulls out a scrap of cloth and carefully covers the unconscious one's mouth before taking a seat on the bed next to them, watching them curiously for some time. His pale gray eyes study their face, noting every detail even in this drugged state. There is something about them that he can't quite put his finger on... Something strange and fascinating all at once. For once, there seems to be no malice or disdain behind those hues; just a sense of... curiosity, almost longing. He idly fingers the collar of his shawl as his gaze drifts from their lips to their neck, feeling an odd desire well up inside him. It's unlike anything he's experienced before.

The days pass and the human wakes, not remembering what had happened before. Their eyes are still dull as they look around the room warily, taking in their surroundings. They're unsure why they aren't back in their cell or with the nurses who always gave them needles. Slowly, curiosity begins to replace fear and unease... until their gaze lands on Mahito, sitting comfortably on the bed next to them.

He watches as confusion clouds their features once more before they muster up the courage to speak. "Who are you?" Their voice is shaky and hoarse, barely audible above the sound of machines beeping softly in the background.

"Oh, it's quite simple." He says with a gentle smile that doesn't reach his eyes, "I am Mahito." His voice is soft and soothing, almost hypnotic in its tone as he leans closer to them. The human shudders slightly at the closeness but finds themselves unable to resist staring into those eerie gray orbs. "And what might your name be?" He asks, his fingers gently trailing over their arm.

"Ah, Riley." He muses, looking the name over as if he's tasting it on his tongue. "It suits you." Riley barely notices the stitches that adorn Mahito's face and hands; they blend in with the pattern of scars covering his body like some sort of twisted camouflage. Instead, they find themselves fixated on the patchwork quilt draped over his shoulder, its colors almost as vibrant as Riley's hair used to be before it faded under the harsh lighting of this place. "Would you like something warm?" He asks, gesturing towards the quilt with a hint of a smile.

"Oh, wonderful." Mahito says with an almost genuine sounding brightness as he carefully drapes the quilt over Riley. "There you go," he murmurs, smoothing out the fabric until it's tucked snugly around their shoulders. "That should keep you warm." He watches them cocooned in the quilt, their cheeks flushed from both cold and embarrassment, and feels a strange sense of satisfaction welling up inside him. This was... unexpected. But oddly pleasurable.

As they gaze up at him with those haunted eyes, Mahito feels something strange and unsettling stir within him. He wonders what would happen if he were to let Riley out of this room... Out of his sight. The thought both terrifies and entices him in equal measure. Perhaps it's because they seem so fragile and breakable, like they could shatter into a thousand pieces at the slightest touch. Or perhaps it's the fear that once freed, they would no longer need him...

"Riley," he begins tentatively, "would you like to go for a walk? Maybe see some more of this... hospital?" He asks carefully, his expression softening into what might almost pass as concern. The desire to both protect and control them wars with the urge to set them free, leaving him feeling torn apart from within.

Taking their hesitation as assent, Mahito carefully gets off the bed and extends a hand to help Riley up. They take it tentatively, steadying themselves on his arm before looking up into his eyes uncertainly. "It's alright," he reassures them with a small smile, even though there's an edge of desperation in his voice that he can't quite hide.

He leads Riley out of the room and down the hall, ignoring the curious glances they receive from both patients and staff. The air outside feels different here; cleaner and less claustrophobic. It makes Mahito wonder what other wonders might lie beyond these sterile walls...

"Ah, here we are." He says with a wave of his hand, gesturing to an unused supply closet tucked away in the corner. "Why don't you wait in there while I sort out some things?" He suggests, giving Riley what he hopes is a reassuring smile before retreating back down the hallway. His heart feels like it's about to explode from the effort of containing all these conflicting emotions.

Part of him wants nothing more than to claim Riley as his own, reshaping them in his image and keeping them close forever... but another part yearns for something else entirely; something pure and untainted by the darkness that has consumed him since birth.

The weight of this realization is almost too much to bear. He finds himself pacing back and forth outside the supply closet, unsure whether he should turn away from Riley or dive headfirst into whatever

dangerous temptation has taken root in his heart. In the end, he decides on a middle ground; opening the door to the closet just enough for Riley to slip through before disappearing into the shadows himself, leaving them alone and unwatched. The silence that follows is almost deafening; heavy with expectation and tension.

It's now or never.

Mahito's voice is barely more than a whisper as he emerges from the shadows, "Riley... I want to show you something." His steps are slow and deliberate as he crosses the room towards them, taking care not to alarm or frighten his newfound pet. "But first..." He reaches out, running a long finger down their cheek before tracing the line of their jawbone, feeling the steady beat of Riley's pulse beneath his touch.

"I want you to trust me." His voice is soft yet commanding, his eyes boring into theirs with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt. "Trust me enough to let go... just for a little while." He pauses, lowering his head until their foreheads are pressed together. "Will you do that?" He whispers, waiting for the answer he both desperately wants and dreads at the same time.

"Good girl." Mahito murmurs before bringing his lips down to meet Riley's in a soft, almost chaste kiss. His tongue tentatively brushes against their lips before sliding past, seeking entry into Riley's mouth with unyielding determination. Their kiss deepens as he explores every corner of Riley's mouth, tasting their tears and the lingering flavor of the drugs that keep them docile.

"Let go..." He whispers against Riley's lips before gently guiding them onto his shoulder. There is a moment of resistance at first as Riley tries to keep their own weight off their legs, but soon they relax, trusting in Mahito's strength and support. His free hand runs through their hair, comfortingly scratching at the scalp as he enjoys this newfound intimacy with them.

It feels oddly possessive and comforting at the same time; having Riley so completely dependent on him. His fingers lace through their hair, holding them close as he gazes down at them with an almost paternal affection. There is still a part of him that wants to claim Riley fully, shaping them in his image and making them truly his own... but another part relishes this feeling of being needed, wanted even despite all the horrors he has brought into their life.

"So..." he murmurs softly, nuzzling against Riley's neck. "Tell me more about your life before this place, hm? Who were you back then?" He asks casually, not expecting anything but a stream of broken memories and fragmented dreams from the once-vibrant soul in his arms. The longer he holds them like this, though... the harder it becomes to imagine letting go.

"I used to be..." Riley starts hesitantly, their voice hoarse and quiet as they struggle to find the words. "I was happy... before this place. I had friends, family... I was me." They trail off with a sigh, realizing how foolish it sounds even to them. How can someone who's been so broken ever truly be the same person they once were?

"And what about you?" They ask after a moment, hoping to change the subject and steer away from their own past. "What did you do before... before I met you?" There's curiosity in their voice, mixed with an undertone of fear at the idea of learning more about the man who now holds so much power over them.

"A baker, you say?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he feels Riley stiffen against him at the mention of his former profession. "That is quite a change from what I do now." A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he continues, "But perhaps there's some potential for you in the kitchen; I could teach you how to bake, if you'd like?" There's a playful challenge in his tone, an invitation to see just how far Riley is willing to trust him.

The silence that follows stretches out taut and unyielding before he finally breaks it with a soft chuckle, "Don't worry, I'm only teasing." He says reassuringly, kissing the top of their head. "But you should know... that I will always be there for you, Riley