3 CHAPTER 3 - CAPTOR

MEETING HIS beloved's glowered façade first thing in the morning while her flashed her his usual captivating smile, is likely the cutest way to start this day and he just woken up. Now he contemplates whether there are more of them; That's a no pun intended.

Like music, he uttered, "Come here.." but then it was only met with a scoff as Elisabth barged outside the room, as if he was someone she can't stand with. His smile instantly faded at the lack of respect.

Oh! how he remembered in the past he reprimanded her from acting thus towards him— Or perhaps she have forgotten his scolding? Or could it be an another cause? A mirth escaped when Vane has finally reckoned that the root of this obnoxious behavior was because last night. Despite the comprisement he broke, he regretted none of it. How he lately realized that she has poured her lifeline on her position in this foolish industry— to understand that she wouldn't think twice leaving him to go far; And how he became dense to think that she'll slowly change her mind once she got him, the eminent 'him'. Seems like a simple coaxing didn't work, hence the need to use some tricks up on his sleeves. This world would try to take her away if he didn't act early— but as long as he let the world know she's his, she will remain on his leash; That's how he learned from his mother.

Only with this time, he gets his happiness in the end for eternity

As time goes by she'll get over it and accept the things as already way it is. He accepted her little tantrums as one of her mood swings acting, and probably just wanted more of his attention too. She seems to have a knack of acting like a bitch when she wants something she couldn't get, or touch starve before.

Stretching his limbs— trying to realign his muscles, he rose from the bed and drew the curtains. The sunlight that had been barred by the curtain, illuminated their room— shining his impeccable, manly figure as he wasn't wearing any top shirt. The model gazed down below, some of his neck length hair strands covered his face in the process, which he could clearly see the usual morning errands in the city albeit being on the 56th floor. Reminiscing the time when he first brought Elisabth here, and how she used to love this room's outside view— particularly at night where they could watch the flickering lights from other estates nearby. This used to be their tranquility. Maybe living here has now lost its magic.

The side of his lips quirked up as he shook his head in amusement when he noticed some couple of suspicious people waiting below holding their enormous cameras— which they didn't even bother to hide. It was a surprise no more knowing they have the ability to appear somewhere as he was already got used to it. His address wasn't really privatized nor publicized, just hardly obtained with enough digging and research— that Vane himself did it just the way he planned. They had ceased going after him long ago— but as expected they have come back after the news he dropped last night.

Seeing his phone, he thought of posting some pictures of him and his beloved in his Instagram, and Twitter— making it official, which he has been itching to do since day one— as Elisabth seems so shy about them thus he will do the job while running his businesses in the bathroom.

Vane wasn't blind about the occurrences in social media; Looking over the newest trending, which was about their relationship, nasty things their fans said to the love of his life had not escaped his keen eyes. At the same time the report from some he knows he hired to attack those people who would say unpleasant stuffs with his relationship, monitor their vexatious activities in Elisabth space, and hack through her any social media platforms. They proclaimed that Elisabth had to shut down her social medias as numerous fake accounts have been sending her threats, and spamming her inboxes; This news led the model into a sultry mood. No wonder his darling was sour in this morning.

His lips quirked up as he thought of making her better. What is he gonna do? Oh, just something he's sure she's gonna like. He always knows what ticks her off, what she wants, and what would make her cave in. Elisabth has always been an open book to him, and he knows she would still. This surely took some toll on her mental health.

He found her in the kitchen, looking all gorgeous while brewing some he knows her favorite coffee— she seems to have noticed him yet. He strode to his record player in the living room, and immediately the tranquil tune of music graced the apartment. Her head turned to lock eyes with him as soon as she— he assumed— heard the music; Her eyes were shielded, but anger seeped through. Sighing internally, he hoped some Erik Satie could also help cool down her resentment.

He appeared on her side to snake his arms around her waist, she ignored him and continued what she's doing. He buried his nose in the side of her neck, inhaling her delicate scent— that has always been intoxicating for him, while she brewed some coffee— he saw a black coffee, gracing with caramel sauce; He inwardly smiled on that.

"Don't be like that..." He almost pleaded; As if he's asking to return the love and attention he's giving, to forget about all of this, and be happy again— just exactly like before. She could stop competing in this world as long as she has him; He can and will provide everything till her heart's content. Or perhaps, they could have now tie the knot? The thought made him tighten his hold to her waist. Would she accept it? Would she say 'yes'? Would she take the title of "Lady Whitlock'' of his life and his whole family generation? To be his little wife, and queen? These thoughts felt like rummaging through the deepest part of his brain, making it painful to think.

"Vane! Fuck! I said let go! I can't breathe!" Too occupied with his thoughts that it slipped his mind he's squeezing the life out of her. As he loosened his hold— Elisabth immediately pulled away from his arms.

She's looking daggers at him, face flaring with irritability, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Wrong with me? You! Quit acting like this!" the male refuted with the same flare. It deeply pained him that he had never been included in her priority despite giving everything he thought that will make her happy, safe, and content. Vane sensed that this was no longer about the promise he broke; She saw him as a "hindrance" to her dream which he couldn't fathom, as being with him is enough to make any name notable. She wanted to be famous, he obliged— and he's willing to give more in just a few words from her.

Blood boiling, her face flushed and bit her lower lip— a mannerism of hers whenever she's angry or irritated.

"Your bitches have been sending me death threats! How am I supposed to react? "Yipee!", or "yey" and shit like that?!" So that is what still keeps bugging her fragility. She should have worried no more as he was now working on it. He couldn't wait to see her smile again after seeing it.

"I know, darling. Let me take care of it... Let me fix it.. hm?"

Elisabth gave her a sarcastic chuckle, "Maybe you could start by getting the hell away from me. Now, get out of my way."