What the Frick was I thinking (64)

Naomi, with a peculiar gleam in her eyes, approached Aaron as if he were an insignificant being in her grand design. Her words, laced with a strange sadistic desire, dripped with condescension.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little pest," Naomi cooed, her tone laced with a sense of ownership. "I see you've been causing quite a ruckus lately. How amusing."

Aaron, with a mixture of irritation and weariness, responded, "Just dealing with the aftermath of your little games, Naomi."

She chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down Aaron's spine. "You really should learn your place, anomaly. You belong to me, like a mere pawn in my intricate game."

Rolling his eyes, Aaron quipped, "Sorry, not interested in being your plaything, Naomi."

She leaned in, her gaze piercing, as if relishing the power dynamic. "You truly hurt my feelings," she said acting a bit hurt.

"I don't give two shits if it hurt you," Aaron said with blunt indifference, making it clear that he held no regard for Naomi's feelings. Her manipulations and the forced acceleration of his plans had left him with little patience or sympathy for her.

The air between them hung with tension, a silent acknowledgment of the strained and complex dynamics at play.

"Lower your tone when you speaking to me"Naomi said as the surrounding suddenly felt colder and the life from the background seem to completely vanish.

She was pissed.

Ignoring Naomi's demand, Aaron scoffed and took a step back, his gaze unwavering. "You don't get to dictate anything anymore," he retorted, his words dripping with defiance.

"Anyway, I will need your raise visor"Aaron said quite bluntly to which Naomi just looked at him saying.

"Why should I do that for"

"If you don't I will die, would you like that," Aaron said bluntly.

"And why should I care about your worthless death"Naomi said looking at him to which he replied.

"It mean the so precious person you were trying to capture and torture would be gone and out of the market"Aaron said bluntly.

Naomi's eyes narrowed as she considered Aaron's words. The tension in the air was palpable.

"You are smart..i will give you that" she said sneering a bit.

Aaron smiled before saying "you and I both know you don't want me dead"

Naomi's expression betrayed a hint of frustration, acknowledging the truth in his words.

Naomi wanted to say anything but Aaron shushed her saying "Shush and just give me it, I have better things to do"

Despite her visible frustration, a subtle blush tinted Naomi's cheeks. Unwilling to admit it, there was a peculiar satisfaction in Aaron taking control. Perhaps it was her own hidden sadistic tendencies coming to light in this unexpected alliance.

Aaron, seemingly aware of the conflicting emotions at play, maintained a confident demeanor. "Now, let's not waste any more time," he said, securing whatever he needed from Naomi.

Naomi, attempting to regain control of the situation, retorted with a sly smile, "Just remember, you're only alive because it suits my interests, not because I enjoy your company."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just hand it over," Aaron repeated, his impatience evident in his blunt tone.

As Naomi handed over the visor, a subtle possessive glint flashed in her eyes, betraying a hint of ownership.

Aaron's fingers hesitated as he took the visor, and an uneasiness crept over him when he caught the possessive glint in Naomi's eyes. It was a fleeting moment, but it left an indelible mark, making him acutely aware of the intricacies and potential pitfalls in their tenuous alliance. The unspoken layers between them added an extra layer of complexity to their collaboration, leaving him to navigate the situation with heightened vigilance.

"In exchange for this visor, you owe me a favor," Naomi declared, her gaze fixed on Aaron.

"What is that?" Aaron asked, a hint of unease creeping into his tone as he met Naomi's gaze.

The unknown nature of the favor hung in the air, deepening the complexity of their arrangement and leaving Aaron with a sense of uncertainty about what he might be entangled in.

A chilling smile played on Naomi's face as she uttered, "Mine. I want to own you."

Aaron couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling as Naomi's yandere-like behavior resurfaced, adding a new layer of unpredictability to their already complicated collaboration. The alliance teetered on the edge of something more ominous, and Aaron couldn't ignore the undercurrents of danger that now permeated their uneasy partnership.

"No can't do... I am not on sale," Aaron responded, managing an uneasy smile as he navigated the delicate balance of denying Naomi's request while trying to maintain the fragile harmony between them.

Naomi's gaze sharpened, her eyes fixating on Aaron with an unsettling intensity. A possessive undertone seeped into her voice, and the once subtle smile now carried a hint of something darker. The air in the room grew heavy as her words took on an edge, leaving an unspoken but palpable sense of obsession hanging between them.

With an unnerving glint in her eyes, Naomi spoke to Aaron, her words laced with an unsettling sweetness, "You know, Aaron, some things are worth claiming. And I've decided that you fall into that category."

Her voice, though seemingly calm, carried an underlying intensity that sent shivers down Aaron's spine, leaving him with an uncomfortable awareness of the increasingly precarious nature of their partnership.

A subtle realization dawned on Aaron as he observed Naomi's words and the intensity in her gaze. The possessive tendencies he had encountered before were resurfacing, and a knot of unease tightened in his stomach. The air around them grew charged with a sense of unpredictability, as he navigated the fine line between cooperation and the encroaching shadows of Naomi's possessive inclinations.

Naomi's demeanor shifted unexpectedly as she began to geek out, an odd excitement sparking in her eyes. "You don't understand, Aaron," she exclaimed with an unusual fervor, "I want you, and only you. It's like having a rare, exclusive item that no one else can possess. Do you comprehend how thrilling that is?"

Her fascination with the idea of possessing him became apparent, adding an eccentric layer to the already complex tapestry of their alliance. Aaron couldn't help but feel a mix of discomfort and curiosity as Naomi's obsession unfolded in an unexpected manner.

"I won't let that status get you. You are mine," Naomi declared with a possessive edge. "I didn't manipulate Suel into making her like this just for you to go to her."

Her words carried a mix of determination and possessiveness, revealing the extent to which Naomi was willing to go to ensure Aaron remained exclusively hers. The intricate web of their alliance seemed to tighten, taking on a darker hue with each passing revelation.

A sudden realization struck Aaron like a jolt. As Naomi spoke, the puzzle pieces fell into place, and he comprehended the reason behind Mitsume's transformation into a status. It was Naomi's doing, a calculated move to eliminate potential competition and secure her possessive claim.

The gravity of the situation sank in, and a sense of unease mixed with apprehension settled within him. The intricacies of their alliance took on a new level of complexity, leaving Aaron to grapple with the consequences of being entangled in Naomi's intricate web.

In the midst of Naomi's possessive declarations, a wave of sarcasm washed over Aaron's thoughts. "Well done, Aaron," he mused to himself. "Choosing an ally who turns out to be a possessive puppet master. Clearly, my decision-making skills are top-notch."

"As if my life needed a dash of absurdity," Aaron chuckled under his breath. "Sure, let's partner up with someone who turns allies into possessions. Brilliant move, really. I should give myself a medal for excellent decision-making."

"Why did I choose the woman who wanted me as a pet"