Dahlia

"You don't have to follow me everywhere, you know," I growl at Alaric while inside the bathroom. The steam is already curling against the glass, fragrant oils perfuming the air, and all I want is to take off my clothes and sink into the bath I’ve prepared. But no, Mr. Overprotective has been following me like a shadow ever since the mirror incident.

"I'm keeping you safe," comes his response in that calm, infuriating voice that just makes me melt like butter. "...or do ...