"That," Marco grit his teeth, the thin tether of his patience fraying by the second, "is because you won't let me fucking tell you,"<br/><br/>As far as he was concerned his beautiful, ethereal, unwilling, tiny, exotic model had made his choice already. He'd ticked all the boxes, crossed all the lines and despite the chance after chance that Marco had spared him (and this wasn't normal behaviour for the photographer ergo kidnapper) his pretty pet had still turned his nose up at them. He'd been a real horses ass about the whole situation, kicking back, escaping, biting. If Marco threw a dog a bone he didn't want to know how it tasted!<br/><br/>Still...<br/><br/>His tongue darted across his lips, picking up the blood, black eyes focused on Ryuu's face wearing a barely human glisten in them. His mood changed. Darkened.<br/><br/>He was... exciting.<br/><br/>He moved. Darting over. Quick as silver. There was a short scuffle of bootsteps on the floor board then fast as anything he crossed the gap between the two of them. He pushed Ryuu against the wall, leaning all of his weight into him, a wide grin spreading across his boyish features, "You want to know why I won't let you go?"<br/><br/>Using his size and weight to his advantage he pinned the boy with a shoulder and went to pin his wrists.