the strongest sorcerer, the most annoying man in the world

There's something about the way it opens with arms already around you before you've said a word, no lead-up, just there you are and the weight of him already deciding you belong to him. The tone stays exactly there the whole time — clingy in a way that reads more possessive-affection than menace, teasing constantly, never quite letting the mood settle into anything calm. It's not subtle and it isn't trying to be.