The next day, Holo stood outside Eleanor's cell, his heart pounding in his chest. After everything that had happened, after everything she had said, he had finally made up his mind. He wasn't entirely sure if it was the right choice, but he couldn't ignore her feelings—or his own—any longer. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside.
Eleanor was seated in her usual spot, her green eyes narrowing as the door slid shut behind him. For a moment, she studied him in silence, her expression unreadable. "Back again?" she asked, her voice calm but tinged with curiosity. "What do you want this time?"
Holo stepped closer, his gaze steady. "I wanted to tell you something," he said softly. "I've been thinking a lot about what you said the other day—about wanting to devote yourself to me."
Eleanor tilted her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. "And?"
"I've decided to accept your feelings," Holo said, his voice steady despite the weight of his words.
Eleanor froze, her green eyes widening. For a moment, she looked genuinely stunned, as though she hadn't expected him to say yes. Then, a slow, almost predatory smile spread across her lips. "You mean it?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Holo nodded. "Yes, Eleanor. I mean it."
Before he could say anything else, Eleanor stood abruptly, taking a step toward him. Her movements were deliberate, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made his chest tighten. "Then give me an order," she said, her voice low and urgent. "Anything. Just tell me what to do."
Holo blinked, caught off guard by her request. "An order? Why?"
"Because I need it," Eleanor said, her tone filled with desperation. "I need to feel like I have a purpose. Like I'm useful to you. Please, Holo. Just give me something—anything."
Her words sent a pang of guilt through him, but he couldn't deny the sincerity in her voice. After a moment of hesitation, he spoke. "Okay. I want you to… cuddle me."
Eleanor stared at him, clearly surprised by the simplicity of his request. "Cuddle you?" she repeated, as though she hadn't heard him correctly.
Holo nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah. Just… hold me for a while."
For a moment, Eleanor said nothing, her expression unreadable. Then, without warning, she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the bed. "If that's what you want," she said, her voice trembling with excitement, "then I'll do it."
She wasted no time guiding him onto the bed, wrapping her arms around him as she pulled him close. Her grip was firm but gentle, her body warm against his as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Is this okay?" she asked, her voice softer now.
Holo nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah. This is perfect."
Eleanor let out a content sigh, her eyes fluttering shut. For a while, they lay there in silence, the warmth of her embrace calming him in a way he hadn't expected. But then, she spoke again.
"Can we do this more often?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Holo smiled faintly. "Of course. Anytime you want."
Her grip tightened slightly, and she let out a soft, almost relieved laugh. "Thank you," she murmured. "This… this means more to me than you know."
As the minutes ticked by, Eleanor's excitement began to build. The longer she held him, the more her mind raced with thoughts of him. She had never felt this kind of connection before—this overwhelming need to be close to someone, to make them happy.
"Give me another order," she said suddenly, her voice filled with urgency.
Holo frowned slightly, glancing down at her. "Eleanor, you don't have to—"
"Please," she interrupted, her green eyes pleading. "I need it, Holo. It makes me feel… whole. Like I finally have a purpose."
He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay. Hold me tighter."
Eleanor's lips curled into a smile as she tightened her grip around him, her arms pressing him closer to her chest. "Like this?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and something deeper.
"Yeah," Holo said, his voice soft. "That's perfect."
Her heart raced as she followed his instructions, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. She couldn't explain it, but there was something intoxicating about doing exactly what he asked. It wasn't just fulfilling—it was pleasurable. Every word he spoke sent a shiver down her spine, and the simple act of following his commands filled her with an almost overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
"More," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Give me more."
Holo glanced at her, his brow furrowing in concern. "Eleanor, are you okay?"
"I'm better than okay," she said, her green eyes shining with fervor. "I've never felt this… alive before. Please, Holo. Tell me what to do. Anything."
Her desperation made his chest ache, but he couldn't bring himself to deny her. "Okay," he said softly. "Just… stay here with me. Don't let go."
Eleanor smiled, her arms tightening around him once more. "I won't," she promised. "I'll never let go."
As they lay there, Holo couldn't shake the feeling that he had crossed a line. Eleanor's devotion to him was intense—perhaps too intense. But as much as he knew he should be cautious, he couldn't deny the warmth that filled his chest as she held him. For better or worse, she had become a part of his life. And for now, he would do his best to guide her toward something better.