IF YOU DIED, IT MEANS, I WAS DEAD

"Not bad, huh?" Zenith pinched her nipple, which made Dawn gasp. "I want to know who you compared me with."

Dawn blushed even more. He knew that she had no one to compare him with, but then he made her situation even worse when he whispered in her ear.

"I will do better next time," he said darkly. It sounded like a warning, but also a promise, which made Dawn look forward to it.

Dawn shook her head internally, it shouldn't feel right to look forward to it, right? But, then she remembered that she would sleep next to him.

"About the bedroom…" Dawn barely opened her mouth when Zenith kissed her again, effectively silencing her, as he spoke against her lips instead.

"You will sleep with me. In my room. In my bed." Zenith brushed his tongue on her lips. "There is no room for negotiation or discussion."