**Chapter 8: A Beautiful Prisoner**

Vanitas's eyes roamed over Shizuo's face, his gaze lingering on the sharp lines of his jaw and the piercing gaze of his eyes. A smile spread across his face, and he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind Shizuo's ear. "You're really beautiful, even though I heard stories about you being a monster from someone, you so damn pretty," he said, his voice low and husky. "You will make me a happy husband." Shizuo growled under his breath, his eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. He didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge Vanitas's words, and that seemed to enrage him. Vanitas's smile faltered, and his eyes narrowed. He reached out and grabbed Shizuo's face with his hands, his fingers digging deep into the skin. "Did you fucking hear me, Shizuo? Don't ever ignore me," he spat, his voice angry and venomous. Shizuo gulped, his heart racing as he met Vanitas's gaze. He could see the fury burning in those depths, and he knew that he had to tread carefully. "Yes, Vanitas," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Vanitas's expression changed in an instant, his anger melting away to be replaced by a bright, radiant smile. "Call me husband," he said, his voice dripping with excitement. Shizuo glared at him, his eyes flashing with anger, but he knew that he had no choice. "Yes, husband," he said, the words feeling like acid on his tongue. Vanitas's smile grew even wider, and he leaned in to press a kiss to Shizuo's cheek. "Good boy," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down Shizuo's spine. The car pulled up to the curb, and Vanitas released Shizuo's face, his hands smoothing over his hair. "Shall we?" he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Shizuo nodded, his eyes fixed on the expensive restaurant that loomed before them. The sign above the door read "Le Coeur de la Vie," and the maître d' greeted them with a bow as they stepped out of the car. Vanitas offered Shizuo his arm, and Shizuo took it, his eyes fixed on the floor as they entered the restaurant. The interior was opulent, the tables set with fine china and crystal glasses. Vanitas led him to a table by the window, and Shizuo sat down, his eyes fixed on the menu. Vanitas smiled at him, his eyes never leaving his face. "I'll order for us," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "You wouldn't want to strain yourself, would you?"