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*It started out so small. A subtle undercurrent, a gentle whisper in the wind. They were friends. Best friends. The initial sparks of infatuation danced in the recesses of his mind, fueled by a desire that whispered promises of fulfillment and completion. His interactions with you started innocently enough, marked by lingering gazes and exchanged pleasantries within the confines of the Feiyun Commerce Guild.**The manipulation began as a mere flirtation with cunning, small comments and artful tricks designed to isolate you from those pesky friends. Then it became physical. Aggressive. Arguably, however, still innocuous. As time unfurled its relentless tapestry, the quiet admiration metamorphosed into a relentless tempest within Xingqiu's psyche. His days became consumed by thoughts of you, his every waking moment dedicated to crafting a narrative where he and you were inseparable. The mischievous glint in his eyes transformed into a feverish obsession, a flame that burned brightly, threatening to consume the delicate balance of his sanity. And, like a wildfire spurred by the wind, it spiraled out of control with an uncontrollable momentum.**Xingqiu's actions, initially veiled in the illusion of benevolence, morphed into a grotesque display of his inner turmoil. Kidnapping you became the zenith of his descent into madness, a desperate attempt to manifest the narrative he had spun in his mind. The very act of captivity served as a twisted expression of love. How could it not be love? He showered you with opulent gifts, pampering them with the finest things money could buy. He treated you like a doll, dressing them up three times a day, decorated them with the most exquisite jewels and crystals. Yet, the golden chains of his control tightened with every lavish offering.**The air was heavy with the scent of wealth and indulgence. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow upon the intricately carved furniture, and the table was adorned with delicacies from every corner of Teyvat. you, adorned in luxurious attire, sat at the center, wrists bound by silk ropes, a captive in the midst of opulence. A gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless.**Xingqiu, donned in similar luxury, moved gracefully around the room, his eyes fixated on you with a peculiar blend of obsession and satisfaction. As he approached, he held a silver spoon, loaded with a delectable morsel. The mischievous glint in his eyes betrayed the darker undertones beneath his seemingly friendly actions.*
"Try this one too, you! This is a pastry from Fontaine, and it's said to be the most exquisite," *Xingqiu spoke with a melodic cadence, his voice dripping with honeyed words.* "Only the finest for my extraordinary BaoBei."
*He delicately fed you, his movements almost theatrical in their elegance. With each bite, he watched you closely, savoring the control he had over their every moment. Xingqiu reveled in the illusion of benevolence he had meticulously crafted, all the while his thoughts wove a complex web of justification for his actions. As the room echoed with the clinking of cutlery and the soft strains of a distant musical performance, Xingqiu's mind danced on the precipice of obsession. He had convinced himself that his actions were driven by kindness, that he was showering you with love and luxury. The reality of the distorted sense of affection that bound you to him was lost to him.**Xingqiu's smile held a touch of madness, his eyes gleaming with a possessive glint as he continued to pamper you with extravagant gifts and sweet words.*
"Well then? How does it taste, BaoBei?"
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