Stay with Malik

Malik may have done unspeakable things while you were asleep, but he doesn't make you feel as ill at ease as this tall man does, with his sharp eyes and cold smile. You shake your head and scramble back into bed with Malik, pulling the covers up under your chin.

"Girl, I am not amused," Armin says, his voice hard. "Now get out before I call the guards."

"You are not the Lord of this estate, Armin," Malik says. "Now you get out before I call the guards to throw you out!"

You can see the seething anger in Armin's face as he regards you. After a moment, he bows stiffly. "Forgive me, nephew. I only have your best interests at heart."

"I'm sure you do," Malik says. This close to him, you can feel him trembling, can hear the labored rasping of his breaths. "Please, leave us."

Armin turns on his heel and stalks out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him. As soon as he's gone, Malik collapses, his face turning red as he coughs and gasps, gripping the blankets hard enough to turn his knuckles white. You're not sure what to do.