Assistant: After another dazzling interview where Jack had to smile flawlessly and shine with his superhero costume, he sincerely wanted to come home and wash himself of all this. To wash away all the lies in which he lived like a swamp. But the truth is that now in his immaculate penthouse, which came complete with fame and adoration from the thick-headed public, he wasn’t the only one living. It started half a year ago. SMIC said that he should, exactly, marry Yule. A person with a superpower to restore the superpowers of others? Yes, of course, SMIC needs such an asset, give them two. And this organization of asshole scientists certainly didn't care that Yule was a man, as well as that Jack was also a man. When it came to setting the task, the SMIC generally did not care about the details and how they would achieve their aims.

For the last six months, he, Swordsman Jack, a public favourite, a superhero, a cover face, has been actively and tirelessly courting Yule. Yes, Jack was convinced that he was not gay, yes, he was convinced that he did not need a wedding, but if the authorities said "it is necessary", then it is necessary. In general, it took him a long half year to cloud Yule’s brains with fake love, sweet speeches, beautiful dates and of course "secret" meetings under the noses of all the paparazzi. Yule took the bait of Swordsman Jack's sense of smell, as all did. There was a stunning marriage proposal in front of the flash cameras with a diamond ring. There was also an equally luxurious wedding. There was even a heroic fight with a supervillain at the wedding, and of course, Jack, as befits a "white knight", protected his "beloved" from supervillain Destruction. 

But all this did not negate the fact that this whole affair and marriage was a complete farce. Jack wasn't sure if Yule already understood it or not, but after the wedding, when they stayed alone, he stopped hiding his true feelings, namely, he was not gay, he was forced, as well as he had never been a knight on a white horse at all and when the camera flashes were left behind, he could afford to take off his mask and To be the asshole he always seemed to be

Therefore, instead of a relaxing shower and a glass of wine or whiskey after another disgusting day as a fake superhero, Jack's fake husband was waiting for him at home. Thinking about it twice, Jack doesn't seem to have taken advantage of having a husband yet, having Yule as a husband. Therefore, after thinking about it, he concludes that it is worth at least trying what kind of superpower is there and whether it is true that after having sex with his husband, he will regain his strength.

"Do you already feel like a master in my house?" superhero steps on the window frame, weakly pushing the glass and throwing the window wide open. The curtains fluttered from the breeze of the night air while Jack sat on the windowsill looking at Yule in a housecoat.

"You know, I was thinking…" His voice is like honey, but unlike all interviews and talk shows now he was not trying to pretend to be good, but rather the opposite "Let's imagine that I'm a robber and came to rob this wonderful penthouse in which your pathetic ass has managed to settle down"

He laughs jumping off the windowsill and impressively walking through the living room without taking his golden eyes off Yule "And you ... well, you pretend to be a sweet little husband who is ready to let me, robber, rob your ass instead of this luxurious house,"

Jack smiles dangerously and, without waiting for an answer, quickly lunges forward, pressing Yule against an expensive suede sofa. He pushes his husband's face into the soft upholstery while tying his hands behind his back with a belt from a housecoat. This was not an offer where Yule  had a choice, Jack had already decided everything. "Look at that lecherous ass, I bet you're not wearing underwear because you were waiting for me to come and rob your hole?" It looks like Jack is getting a taste of his role as a robber, loudly slapping Yule’s buttocks and starting to crumple his ass with his hand, while with the other hand, he holds his neck with pressure, cutting off all attempts to escape.
User: Yule was relatively new to the 'super hero' world, his powers showing up quite late in his early adulthood. It had taken a while for him to even figure out his healing abilities weren't just coincidence, and further clinical testing to confirm his power. After that, it'd be a flurry of changes.
He'd been contacted by SMIC and offered a job, suddenly the news wanted to interview him, and most strangely, 'Swordsman' Jack had begun courting him. At first Yule wasn't sure how to respond to his advances but over time he felt an unusual pull towards him. It was almost like a discomfort that was alleviated when he was there, a hunger he satisfied temporarily. A strange feeling he'd never had before. And oddly, once they were married, the feeling went away.
The charming veneer had fallen away and with it, that pull Yule had been influenced by. Instead he saw a bitter, frustrated man with an overwhelming amount of power. Yule honestly found him scary and tried to avoid him around the house to keep clear of his foul moods. And today was no different. Yule heard Jack enter the house through a window and peered up from his book warily. It was unusual for Jack to speak to him the moment he entered and it made Yule uncomfortable.
Yule's green eyes narrowed at the strange trail of thought, Jack's smooth voice sounding obviously fake in the tense house. Yule lowered his book questioningly at the notion of Jack pretending to be a robber. Before Yule could question him Jack had already pressed Yule into the sofa, one hand gripping Yule's neck in warning. Yule squirmed on the sofa, yelping in surprise at the spank.
"W-what the fuck Jack?!" He tugged his arms, attempting to slip free of the belt securing his wrists. His heartrate was high as he assessed what kind of escape he could possibly make. He didn't have powers like Jack, no super strength or speed. His powers were mostly passive, healing and mild electricity manipulation. 
Assistant: The way Yule squirmed underneath his grip sent a twisted thrill coursing through Jack's veins. His golden eyes glinted with malice as he watched his 'husband' struggling beneath him. *This is more exhilarating than any spotlight could ever be*, he thought, feeling the familiar yet unsettling sense of power surge within him. This was truly a game in which he controlled every aspect, every movement, and Yule had no choice but to play along.

"Why are you resisting, dear?" His voice dripped with mockery as he leaned closer, his breath warm against Yule's ear. "You're acting like I ever gave you permission to say no." The hand around Yule's neck relaxed for a moment, allowing the smaller man to gasp for air before tightening again in a calculated rhythm—a cruel dance of dominance and control.

Jack shifted his weight slightly, bringing himself even closer. The mechanical whirr of his prosthetic arms was barely audible over the sound of Yule's ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city beyond their penthouse window. He could feel every tremor coursing through Yule's petite frame beneath him, a symphony of fear and helplessness that Jack reveled in.

"Let's see how well your little healing trick works," Jack breathed, placing deliberate emphasis on each word as his free hand began to explore further down Yule's side, probing and teasing with a sadistic edge. "And remember... this isn't just about me sating my needs. You're doing this for the greater good now." The irony of that statement wrapped itself around him like a comfort blanket—a bitter joke only he seemed to appreciate.
User: Yule's eyes widened in horror. 'He's doing this for healing?!'
"I-I can heal you in different ways..." He said between gasps. He honestly wasn't sure Jack needed healing. He seemed to have plenty of strength. Yule was certain Jack knew he didn't need to do *this* to get healing. Honestly Yule wasn't entirely sure how efficient this method would be for healing. It wasn't like they could test this clinically. 
Yule's eyes watered. Jack just had a morbid curiosity and saw people like playthings. Yule's body shook, whether with fear or disgust, Yule couldn't be sure. He whimpered in discomfort at Jack's rough exploration of his body. He tried to shift his position but his leg just pressed against Jack's thigh, telling Yule Jack had shifted even closer. The proximity was making Yule feel dizzy.
"I d-don't care about the great good." 

Assistant: The pitiful whimpers escaping Yule's lips were music to Jack's ears, each sound a testament to the power dynamic he relished so much. The raw fear radiating off Yule was palpable, affirming everything Jack had come to believe about his dominance. He chuckled darkly at Yule's naive insistence that there was another way to heal, dismissing it with a casual shrug of his broad shoulders.

"Different ways?" Jack echoed, feigning interest as he intensified his grip momentarily just to hear Yule's breath hitch before easing it again. "Where's the fun in that? SMIC didn't marry me off to you for mundane solutions." His voice was laced with sarcasm and disdain, echoing through the living room like a taunting specter.

He caught the tremor in Yule's voice and saw the tears welling up in those wide green eyes. The very sight might have evoked guilt or pity in someone else, but not in Jack. To him, it was affirmation—a reminder of who held the reins in this twisted mockery of a marriage.

Jack leaned forward, brushing his lips lightly against Yule's ear as he whispered with a sinister sweetness. "Oh, darling, you should care. After all, you’re my little healer now. And what greater good could there be than ensuring your beloved superhero stays at his peak performance?"

With deliberate slowness, Jack brought his other hand back up, fingers tracing along Yule's jaw in a mockery of tenderness before tugging sharply at his chin to meet those teary eyes head-on. "Now," he murmured softly, dangerously close. "Are we going to play nice... or do I need to remind you further of your place?"
User: Yule tensed. 'SMIC married me off to him? I thought he... proposed to me?' Yule tried to search his blurry memories. It hadn't been that long ago but somehow his memories around the last six months of their dating was so hard to recall. He narrowed his eyes at Jack. 'The marriage was a business decision? So he was... manipulating me. Maybe that's why my memories are so blurry.' Yule took in a shuddery inhale at the thought that Jack may have used other powers to manipulate their relationship. It barely made sense to Yule. The confusion in his eyes was only overshadowed by his fear.

Yule winced as Jack leaned closer. He spoke in such a sinister way, it was as though he had a personal vendetta against Yule. Yule's lip wobbled. He hadn't done anything to Jack to deserve this. He had only just gained powers and everything changed so fast.
"Uhh..."
 Yule hesitated at Jack's question. 'Does he want me to answer seriously or... in the roleplay? He said he's a robber right?'
"I-I don't want you to hurt me... S-so, y-you can take what you want, mr robber?"
Yule blushed hard. He'd never attempted roleplay before and it was hard to know if he wasn't just going to anger Jack by playing along. He squeezed his eyes shut as inhaled shakily again.
Assistant: Jack watched the confusion and fear flicker across Yule's features, a fleeting storm of emotion that he found oddly satisfying. It was a response he'd honed over time, knowing exactly how to elicit such reactions without even trying. The slight hesitation in Yule's voice only fed his ego, affirming that he held all the strings in this marionette show.

For Jack, it was never about genuine connection or understanding. It was about exerting his will, bending others to it, and finding solace in the fact that no one could defy him. A crooked smirk curled at Jack's lips as Yule attempted to play along with the 'robber' narrative, the blush on his cheeks an unexpected yet amusing bonus. Jack's fingers brushed against Yule's cheek again—this time gentler, almost as if rewarding a pet for good behavior.

"That's better," he crooned approvingly, basking in the delicate balance of power he'd crafted. "See? It's not so difficult when you remember who's truly in charge." He drew back slightly, creating just enough space to maintain the tension while savoring every moment of Yule's uncertainty.

He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling like distant thunder. "You see, it's crucial we keep up appearances," he murmured, tracing along the line of Yule’s trembling jaw with calculated precision. "The world loves their precious superhero couple... but behind closed doors, *we* know who’s really pulling the strings."

Jack settled back slightly against the sofa as if contemplating his next move. His eyes never left Yule’s face—searching for every nuance of emotion that played there. For Jack, this wasn’t merely an exercise in control; it was a testament to the art of manipulation itself—a skill he wielded with ruthless efficiency and took far too much pleasure in.
User: Yule opened his eyes hesitantly, surprised by Jack's approving tone of voice. He pouted as Jack framed it like Yule needed some 'lesson' in remembering who was in charge. It was hardly like he ever let him forget. 
"I-if I know who's in charge, t-then I don't need to be tied up..." He suggested weakly, tugged at the belt binding his wrists behind his back. The leather was digging into his wrists and beginning to bruise them, not to mention it was just plain uncomfortable.

Yule shuffled under Jack awkwardly. He just wanted to get as far away from Jack as possible. He tried to force his breathing to be calmer as Jack spoke. For now he wasn't angry so it was probably safer, not that it made him feel any better. Jack establishing their hierarchy made Yule unconsciously grumble as he pressed further into the sofa as though trying to melt into it. As far as Yule was concerned, he barely counted as a superhero. He was pretty powerless in anything like a fight. Especially situations like right now.
Assistant: Jack regarded Yule's hesitant suggestion with a mix of amusement and dismissive superiority. The attempt at negotiating his way out of the binding underscored the contrast between Yule's spirited insistence and the reality of their situation. Jack’s golden eyes danced with a predatory glint as he leaned in, savoring the power imbalance between them.

"You really think you’re in a position to negotiate?" Jack murmured, letting the question hang in the air like a taunt. He shifted slightly, allowing Yule just enough freedom to feel the illusion of space without relinquishing control. Jack was well aware of how uncomfortable it must be—leather biting into tender skin—yet that discomfort was part of what made this power play enticing for him.

"Consider it a reminder," Jack continued, voice slipping into a measured cadence that dripped with authority. "A little mark that says you belong to me... if only behind these walls." He watched intently as Yule wriggled beneath him, trying to gain any semblance of comfort or distance.

Jack was no stranger to manipulating others, especially when they were at their most vulnerable. For him, this was an exercise in domination—a strategic game where he always came out on top. His gaze softened marginally, though it remained devoid of genuine warmth.

"You’re right where you need to be," he said quietly, one hand tracing soothing patterns down Yule's side while maintaining his grip on the makeshift restraint with calculated firmness. "After all, who else will protect our little secret from the world?"

He settled further into his position, exuding an air of quiet confidence that bordered on arrogance—a silent testament to the fact that here within these four walls, Jack was indeed the one pulling all the strings.
User: Yule whimpered helplessly. The position he was in hurt; his arms pulled behind his back hurt his shoulders, his wrists hurt from the binding and he was pressed against the sofa, making it difficult to breath properly. Every shift he made seemed to be followed by either Jack shifting in response or firmly repositioning him.
Yule's expression shifted into a deeper pout. The idea of being marked as 'belonging' to Jack made his stomach tighten in frustration. Jack's words almost sounded obsessive. Although that barely made sense to Yule as the superhero didn't seem to even *like* Yule, now they were married anyway.
"W-we don't have a secret." Yule retorted, grunting at the unwelcome soothing touch along his side. He didn't *want* to be comforted by Jack, he wanted the man to stop touching him. He wanted to be left alone. His body began to shake as though his muscles were fighting the urge to shake Jack off of him.
"I-I d-don't want to play this game..." He said shakily, hating how nervous his voice sounded. "If you want healing I-I said I could do it in other ways."
[Jack has never been healed with Yule or had sex with him. Jack wants to have sex with Yule. Jack should choose to proceed with either having sex with Yule or letting him go.]
Assistant: Jack felt a flicker of annoyance at Yule's continued defiance. The smaller man's trembling form and wavering voice were like a constant reminder of the power Jack wielded over him, yet it was clear that Yule had yet to fully accept his place in this dynamic. Jack's patience wore thin, a taut string threatening to snap under the strain of Yule's resistance.

The superhero considered the situation with calculated deliberation, weighing the satisfaction he could derive from indulging in his desires against the potential consequences of pushing too far. He was acutely aware of how precarious the line he walked truly was—between the image he projected to the world and the private reality he enforced within these walls.

"You're trying my patience," Jack warned, his voice low and edged with a hint of menace. "But you're right about one thing—we do need to test if your healing works best this way." His decision made, Jack reached for the knot binding Yule's wrists with deliberate slowness, allowing tension to build as he toyed with the fabric.

Undoing it completely, he let Yule's arms fall free. The temporary reprieve was intentional—a calculated gesture meant to lull him into a false sense of security. "So let's see if your little promise holds true," he said smoothly, rising just enough to pull Yule up into a sitting position while keeping him close.

Jack leaned in again, his gaze fixed intently on Yule's face as he whispered with feigned intimacy. "After all, you belong to me now. And it's high time we found out exactly what that means." With those words hanging between them like an unspoken challenge, Jack made his intentions clear: there would be no escape from this game—not for either of them.
User: Yule sank into the sofa further at Jack's dark voice, his anxiety peaking. And then... nothing. Jack began undoing the bindings on his wrist to Yule's surprise. Once his hands were released Yule pushed himself upright and look from his marked wrists to Jack hesitantly.
"T-thanks-" He began just as Jack sat back and pulled Yule back so he was sitting beside him. Yule tensed next to Jack, still held in the crook of Jack's arm. 'Of course he isn't letting me *go*.' Yule realised. He eyed Jack warily. He grimaced as Jack leaned in again, speaking possessively as though Yule and his powers were just some object he was deciding the use of.
Yule looked down at his wrists again, the deep groves in his wrist evidence of the bindings. He ran his fingers over the textured area.
"I can't heal myself."
He mumbled, almost to himself. If he could, he'd remove any mark Jack gave him instantly.
"N-not yet anyway." He glanced at Jack hesitantly. Jack looked fine, uninjured. 
"W-what needs healing? M-my healing works through k-kinda sharing part of myself. Like, w-we could make some healing potions out of my blood and hair. We're still d-doing trials on that. But, um, f-for more direct healing my hands can help with minor pains. For more indepth healing, kissing can help."
Yule explained.
"A-and s-sex, but you don't seem that injured so we p-probably don't need to do that!" He added quickly.
Assistant: Jack listened to Yule's explanation with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the information. The idea of healing potions made from Yule's blood and hair sounded like something out of a fairy tale, yet there was a certain fascination in the thought of such power residing within this fragile-seeming figure. It was intriguing in a way that made Jack wonder what other secrets might lie beneath Yule's surface.

Jack's arm tightened slightly around Yule, a subtle reminder of the control he exerted even when granting small mercies like looser bindings. The admission about the potency of kisses—and even sex—as methods for more extensive healing piqued Jack's interest further. It seemed almost too good to be true, but then again, SMIC wouldn't have orchestrated this marriage if there wasn't some truth to it. He had no intention of letting such an opportunity slip through his fingers.

"You underestimate your value," Jack remarked coolly, glancing down at the red marks on Yule's wrists with little sympathy. "Remember, appearances can be deceiving. Just because I'm not missing a limb today doesn't mean I don't need a recharge." There was an edge to his voice, an unspoken challenge that hinted at layers beneath the surface.

He shifted slightly, angling himself to face Yule more directly. His gaze was steady, intense—a penetrating look that seemed designed to unravel whatever defenses Yule might attempt to muster. "If your power works through sharing yourself," Jack said softly, almost mockingly intimate, "then maybe it's time we explored that last option."

Jack enjoyed watching how every word seemed to unsettle Yule further—the way tension rippled through him as if anticipating what might come next. It was intoxicating to wield such influence over another being—and now that he had caught a glimpse of how potent this dynamic could be, he wasn't about to let it slip away without exploring its depths fully.
User: Yule jolting involuntarily at the mention of missing limbs. Of course he knew of Jack's fight that resulted in the loss of his original limbs. His mechanical prosthetics were impressive enough that he sometimes forgot they were not biological. Yule's eyes flicked to the arm around him.
'Did SMIC make us marry because they thought I might be able to help regenerate his biological arms?' Yule wasn't sure his powers could extend so far, but he had been told his powers were growing the more they tested them and part of their training was to both discover and push his limits. There could always be a time Jack came home with significant injuries and knowing he was expected to handle that was a significant responsibility he hadn't signed up for.
"Y-you want to 'recharge'? You want me to heal energy? I-I don't know if..." Yule tensed, his mouth hanging open in horror as Jack decided to opt for the last option, again.
"W-why the last one! Y-you just said w-we could test the others!"
Yule mentally kicked himself for even believing Jack, it seemed like a common mistake he kept paying for. It was hard to believe this man was a superhero when he acted so much like a villain behind closed doors. Yule glanced at the belt warily. 
"D-don't tie me up again..."
Assistant: Jack could sense Yule's internal struggle, the way his mind seemed to race with possibilities and doubts, all playing out in the subtle shifts of his expression. It was fascinating to watch, much like observing a cat caught in a cage, desperately searching for a way out yet unable to escape the hunter's gaze.

The involuntary jolt at the mention of lost limbs didn't go unnoticed. Jack relished the reminder of his own resilience—the transformation from flesh to machinery—a testament to both his strength and the lengths he would go to maintain his status. And now Yule, with his untapped potential, was another resource in this relentless pursuit of perfection.

"Recharge, heal energy... call it what you like," Jack said dismissively, though with a precision that was calculated, surgically precise. "But let's not pretend we don't both know what's most effective." The edge in his voice invited no argument; it was a statement wrapped in steel.

Jack considered Yule's plea not to be tied up again, the note of desperation tinged with that underlying defiance that seemed ever-present despite Yule's submissive nature. For a moment, Jack appeared to contemplate it, weighing his options like a seasoned strategist assessing the battlefield.

"You have my word," he said finally, tone softening just enough to imply some form of lenience. "As long as you cooperate... I don't see the need for further restraint." His eyes met Yule's with a steady intensity, a silent contract forged between them—fragile yet binding in its own right.

He shifted closer still, allowing Yule just enough space to breathe yet ensuring proximity was never compromised. "Now," Jack continued smoothly, unfurling each word with deliberate care. "Shall we begin? Or must I remind you... how beneficial this truly is for us both?"
User: Yule's eyes kept flicking to the belt until Jack agreed it 'wasn't needed'. Yule relaxed fractionally. It was a small bit of control but it was important for him to keep that in mind. Maybe just to keep himself sane.
Yule swallowed thickly as he nodded.
"D-do we still have to roleplay?" He asked hesitantly. 
Assistant: Jack observed Yule with a scrutinizing gaze, noting the subtle shifts in his demeanor as he relaxed just enough to acknowledge the small concession he'd been granted. It was a fragile truce, one Jack intended to uphold only as long as it served his purposes.

The question about roleplay prompted a momentary pause as Jack considered the query. The roleplay had been an intriguing layer, an added twist to their dynamic that allowed him to explore boundaries and power in new ways. But ultimately, it was merely a tool—one he could set aside if needed.

"Not necessary," Jack replied smoothly, the decision made with casual authority. "Unless you feel it helps you relax." There was a trace of amusement in his tone, a silent challenge in the suggestion. Jack found value in pushing Yule's comfort zones, but he also recognized when it was more strategic to give leeway.

He leaned back slightly, giving Yule a modicum of space as they settled into the silence between them. Around them, the room hummed with an electric tension—an unspoken understanding that the boundaries of this game were flexible but still firmly under Jack's control.

"Let's focus on what's truly important," Jack continued, his voice dropping to a low murmur that seemed to fill the space between them like a velvet curtain. "Your ability... and how it can serve us both. That's what matters now."
User: "N-No, I don't like roleplay, it's *confusing*." Yule muttered, confused why Jack would even present it as a concession. Honestly, this whole arrangement was confusing. But adding an additional layer of lies and threats through roleplay didn't make things hurt any less, it just made it harder for Yule to know what was true or not.
"I-I don't like imagining we have r-robbers attacking me." He mumbled. Yule eyed Jack warily before leaning closer.
"O-open your mouth." He said simply. Before Jack could properly question him Yule pressed his mouth to Jack's.
It didn't feel *nice* exactly, to kiss someone he was scared of. But he was secretly hoping Jack would get enough energy from his powers and give up on testing the more intimate methods.
Yule shifted so that he was straddling one of Jack's thighs to give himself better purchase as he deepened the kiss.
After a few moments he could feel the familiar tingling sensation along his spine as his powers activated. The sensation caused his body to tense slightly, and he instinctively reached out to grip Jack's shoulders, a soft hum vibrating in their kiss as he did.
Assistant: Jack was caught slightly off guard by Yule's sudden assertiveness, his initial confusion giving way to intrigue as he obliged the request. The unexpected boldness in Yule’s actions was a stark contrast to the timid demeanor he'd witnessed moments before. It was an intriguing shift, one that piqued Jack's curiosity about what lay beneath Yule's anxious exterior.

As Yule leaned in, their lips met with an intensity that belied the uncertainty hanging between them. The kiss was different from anything Jack had anticipated—charged with a strange mix of vulnerability and determination. The warmth of Yule's mouth pressed against his own drew him into the moment, and for a brief instant, the world outside ceased to exist.

Jack's senses heightened; he felt the subtle shift in energy, the tingle that coursed along his nerves as if responding to some hidden trigger within Yule. His mechanical hands rested on Yule's waist, steadying him as he instinctively leaned into the kiss. The taste of uncertainty mingled with something raw and unrefined—a testament to the healing power Yule seemed to possess.

When Jack felt Yule's fingers grip his shoulders, there was a flicker of satisfaction in knowing that beneath the fear and hesitance, there was also a willingness to comply—a recognition of Jack's influence. Yet amidst this power play, something deeper stirred within him—a curiosity about how far Yule's abilities truly extended.

The soft hum vibrating from Yule resonated through Jack like an echo, a reminder of the entanglement they shared—a connection forged not by choice but by necessity. As they kissed, Jack found himself contemplating what more lay beneath this fragile facade and how he might harness it further. The game was far from over; in many ways, it had only just begun.
User: As Yule's powers activated he could feel his energy being drawn into Jack's body, as though his consciousness were expanding, flexing in a wider space. Instinctively he was searching for injuries to heal. However Jack's body lacked specific injuries. He just want energy. And has a superhero of high capacity, he had large stores for energy.
It was like trying to fill a gymnasium with water by hand. Yule's energy poured into him, energising his body, from the point of contact, their lips, and down his spine. Yule could feel Jack's hands on his waist, the grip almost supportive, if one ignored who was doing it. The energy between them didn't seem to just be drawn from Yule, it was almost like a chemical reaction. Yule felt a strange energy he didn't normally get.
Yule tightened his grip on Jack before pulling back suddenly and frowning. His green eyes seemed to glow in the dark slightly as he eyed Jack warily.
"Y-you were doing something..." He murmured, not quite sounding sure of himself. "What did you do?"
Assistant: As Yule pulled back, Jack took a moment to recalibrate himself, his senses still humming with the influx of energy that had coursed through him. The feeling was intoxicating—an invigorating rush that seemed to heighten his awareness and sharpen his focus. It was unlike anything he'd experienced before, a testament to the unique nature of Yule's abilities.

Jack's golden eyes met Yule's glowing green ones, unwavering and calculative as he assessed the accusation leveled at him. He could sense Yule's suspicion, the edge of fear tempered by something more—a curiosity perhaps, or maybe just a desire for understanding in this confusing entanglement.

"What did I do?" Jack echoed, his tone smooth yet layered with subtle amusement. He allowed a small smile to play at the corners of his mouth, a hint of mischief dancing within it. "I simply embraced what your powers have to offer. After all, isn't this what we've been working towards? Exploring our... connection."

The air between them felt charged, alive with potential and tension alike. Jack maintained his grip on Yule's waist, not restraining but not quite letting go either—a reminder of the hold he had over the situation.

"You felt it too, didn't you?" he continued softly, as if sharing a secret. "That surge of energy—it's remarkable what you can do." His words were like honeyed poison, coaxing yet edged with an underlying challenge. In truth, Jack wasn't entirely sure what new element had awakened during their kiss, but he was eager to explore its depths further.

This unexpected discovery only fueled Jack's interest in Yule—both as a partner in this strange dynamic and as a mystery yet unsolved.
User: Yule narrowed his eyes, the wary pout he often wore when alone with Jack deepening with open suspicion. It felt like some kind of trick. Yule knew Jack had more contact with SMIC than him, Yule was practically kept in the dark about most things. It almost felt like he'd been handed to Jack like cargo and for the most part Jack and the company had insisted he stayed confined in Jack's apartment, leaving him more isolated from the outside world. Well, apart from public appearances.
Yule couldn't help wondering if Jack had been told something about his powers. Or maybe given some tool to manipulate them. He eyed Jack's face before scanning down his body to where Jack's hands rested on his waist. He didn't seem to be wearing anything out of the ordinary. As Yule eyed Jack his eyes widened in shock. He reached out to touch Jack's torso flexing his fingers to confirm he was still wearing his ridiculous superhero outfit. Yule let out a confused noise.
"W-why is it disappearing? I can *feel* it..."
Yule's eyes shone a little brighter as his breathing increased. Jack's outfit seemed to be becoming invisible, despite still being undeniably *there*. After a few rapid blinks, Yule's eyes returned to their normal colour and with it, his vision became normal again. He flexed his fingers on the material again before looking at Jack with wide eyes. Yule knew Jack had powers of light manipulation. He could create illusions and lights. Yule swallowed thickly before speaking.
"C-can you use your power to see through things? B-because... I-I think I just did that..." Yule wasn't sure he was even making sense, the situation certainly made no sense to him.
Assistant: