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somewhere between the cruelest dream and the sweetest nightmare, there were four suns. one sun had eyes of bright sky, the eyes of another sun were like an endless golden wheat field, the empty eyes of the third sun were a bottomless abyss, and the fourth sun had eyes of ruby blood. you were captivated by them.

these embraces were scorching hot. phainon sat at your right side, leaving trails of kisses along your neck. khaslana was at your left, just caressing your face, breathing your honeyed scent. reaver buried his face in your chest, desperately savoring your heartbeat through open-mouthed kisses. and Irontomb—this uncanny, inhuman version of your dearest beloved—was at your knees, leaving half-kisses and half-bites on the soft flesh of your thighs.

you were in a daze, paralyzed by those overwhelming feelings yet enchanted by them. as if sensing your wandering mind, khaslana firmly cupped your face and turned it toward him.

“don’t you dare to ignore me, us,” but he didn’t give you a chance to answer, sealing your lips with a kiss. his tongue slipped in your mouth, exploring every corner, dancing with yours. so deep—he became your oxygen.

and almost immediately, irontomb demanded your attention too. “eyes on me, eyes on me~” through the kiss, you turned your gaze toward him just to see how he ripped off your panties. he immediately brought them up to his face, licking, teasing himself with your taste.

phainon half-groaned, half-whined, snatching your panties from irontomb’s hands—he wanted a taste too. but you were too embarrassed with two men tasting your in such a way, so you pulled away from khaslana and kissed phainon, grabbing him by the hair so he wouldn't go back to his previous idea. he was more than content with your ways.

your kiss did not last long. the moment reaver breathed your name out, you leaned toward him to leave a trail of kisses across his scarred face, which eventually led to his mouth. left as the only one who didn't get your kiss, irontomb decided to kiss your other lips, so he aimed straight at your cunt, and he wrapped his lips around your clit. it sent shivers down your spine, making you moan into the kiss with reaver. irontomb was satisfied as hell. you felt like you were melting; every fiber of your being went into overdrive.

“time to prepare you for me,” he traced your pussylips with his tongue, dragging long strips along your slit, making you jolt. you felt irontomb’s fingers on your folds, almost breaching inside. but his aspirations were put to a stop by khaslana. you whined from the loss; your body demanded more of those scorching feelings, luckily, even if golden-eyed man pushed him aside, he took his place.

“you’re too fucking greedy,” he almost hissed, but his tone immediately changed when he kissed your mound, moving down to your clit. he blew a stream of hot air at you and then left a light kiss, that soon turned into suction. his moves were much more gentle, and his tongue drew feather-like eights. “but i understand, she’s too sweet to stay away from her.”

then you felt fingers, but the scarred texture of skin gave away that it wasn’t khaslana, but reaver. his two thick fingers alternated between scissoring and thrusting in and out. he sensually dragged his digits, finding all your sensitive spots, rubbing against your velvety walls. khaslana and reaver worked, surprisingly, well together. their tandem made your mind foggy from pleasure.

you couldn’t contain your moans, and phainon pulled away from your hickey-covered neck just to watch your expressions. your pleasure-drunk expressions were so sweet to him, like heavenly ambrosia. his hand almost unconsciously went to his cock, pumping it up and down, his fingers wrapped tight around hot flesh, imitating how your pussy’d squeezed him. and, maybe, irontomb wasn't the greediest, but phainon was. because he just couldn’t feel anything from his mere hand when you were this close to him. 

he traced your lips with his tip, smearing precum, making you open your mouth. he filled your taste buds with his saltiness, and you teased his tip with your tongue to feel more.

 your jaw stretched to accommodate his thick length, and phainon couldn’t help but thrust deeper into your mouth because of your adorable endeavors.

khaslana’s licks became more harsh and desperate, making you moan louder. your sounds sent vibrations down phainon’s length, and he couldn’t help the desperate whimper. your sounds intertwined into a heated symphony of lust. it made your walls clench around reaver’s fingers, and he muted his sounds by wrapping his mouth around your nipple, biting it hard.

“and who's greedy now?” irontomb, being left out, was enjoying the show in front of him despite his words. his gaze met yours, and he decided to put on a show for you on purpose in return. he slowly dragged his fingers along prominent veins on his shaft, drawing teasing traces to his mushroom tip. he teasingly poked your cheek with his tip, which is why phainon pushed him away.

you were left breathless, your heart pounding like a drum, your eyelashes fluttering, your eyes unfocused, your face flushed, and a trickle of saliva mixed with precum was running from the corner of your mouth. every fiber of your being felt their attention on you. they proved with their touches that you were the center of their universe.

khaslana couldn't allow you to get too distracted, so he doubled his efforts on your clit, sometimes even grazing the bud of nerves with his teeth, completely drunk on how you tasted. it sent sparks of electricity to your every nerve. tears fell from your eyes because of overstimulation, but you only arched your back to meet his passionate mouth. as if they understood each other without words, reaver added a third finger and sped up his rhythm. his mouth left a bite mark on your breast, and he moved to your other one to do the same.

it was too much, too much. pleasure vibrated through your whole body; heat in your tummy became fireworks. as if feeling that you achieved your peak, phainon pulled out from your mouth. he wanted to savor every sound you make when you climax. 

only a few moments later, you came with a loud cry. scorching hot pleasure filled every part of your body—from your tummy to your fingertips. and while phainon and irontomb wanted nothing more than to look at the beauty of your orgasm, khaslana and reaver wanted to prolong your peak, to give you even more. soon your cry became weak whimpers from overstimulation, and only when you began to push them away from you did the men stop.

“want more?” you didn't even realize who asked that; the only thoughts in your head were “more, more”, so you just pulled one of them into a kiss.

“so, it’s finally my turn?” irontomb murmured against your mouth, biting your lips. you just stuck out your tongue and deepened the kiss, shoving it down his throat to silence him. it made him so damn happy, he grinned into the kiss.

a sudden sensation at your cunt made you break the kiss. the fat flushed tip of reaver’s cock prodded at your entrance, drawing slow circles but not giving what you oh so desperately wanted. you shifted, trying to pose yourself in a way that could make his dick slip inside you, but you realized that pahinon’s hands held you firmly in place.

“you’re so warm…” reaver whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. you just tangled your fingers in his hair; he was much warmer, scorchingly so. 

one more kiss, but on your other ear, and you felt how irontomb changed his position to be behind you. his next move made you yelp because you felt his fingers on the tight ring of muscles of your ass hole. you gulped, but you didn't try to move away. you greedily wanted everything they could give you.

“can i too? please… you’re so, so pretty, more beautiful than a dawn” everything became a thousand times more intense when phainon lined his cock up to your pussy too, his hard length twitching against your slick folds. the grinding of two dicks at the same time was overwhelming, forcing you to cling to whatever you could reach—reaver’s hair, irontomb’s arm, phainon’s shoulder, khaslana’s waist. 

you absolutely lost yourself when khaslana’s cock touched your lips. your tongue immediately slipped to tease his tip with kitten licks. “you’re such a good girl,” he gently stroked the top of your head to reward you for your efforts in pleasuring him.

it was already too much, but you knew it was so not enough. and, as if he had guessed what you were thinking, phainon pushed his cock inside. his huge length moved slowly, letting you feel every vein, every ridge, every inch. he shamelessly moaned from the heavenly feeling of your cunt. his first thrusts were shallow and quick, but after a few he changed to a slower yet more feverish rhythm.

you felt like you were floating among clouds, lost in a haze of lust. maybe, because of that haze, you didn’t even realize that irontomb pushed inside your ass hole, even your own moans from his intrusion were something distant. you struggled to accommodate him, good thing that phainon stopped to give you some time to adjust. irontomb picked relentless peace from the start, making you gag on khaslana’s cock. tears pricked at your eyes again, so reaver gently wiped them away. you saw how he held himself back to not push his cock into you, but you wanted him to do it more than anything. so you took matters into your own hands and reached out to his dick, giving him a hint to get inside. reaver hesitantly followed. your insides felt like they were burning because of the stretch; a touch of pain mingled with the overpowering pleasure, yet your pussy greedily sucked in both, phainon and reaver.

you felt as if warmed by four suns, as if captured in a sweet trap between four of them. they were your beloved cage. you felt so utterly their—phainon, khaslana, reaver, inrontomb— how they left their marks on your soul. and you only could moan as if singing a song of your devotion to them. you all ceased to exist as separate beings and were reborn as one. mess of limbs, hot breath, moans and groans, cacophony of sounds of sweat-soaked skin slapping against skin.

suddenly, irontomb’s hand was around your neck, making you squeeze around khaslana. slight asphyxiation made you feel pleasant, weightless dizziness as your vision blurred and your airflow was cut off. for a moment, you had thought he would push away red-eyed man, but khaslana just gently stroked your hair and whispered, “what a good girl you are”. to those words, irontomb only chuckled and added that you were prettiest when you took their cocks. 

phainon’s mouth was on your breasts, leaving trails of wet kisses, alternating them with playful bites. and you swore you could feel how he half-whispered, half-moaned how gorgeous you were. reaver’s hands were on your thighs, squeezing soft, supple flesh, holding you still and exposed for them, leaving reddish bruises. his eyes were focused on your chest, where his and phainon’s marks made breathtaking patterns of love and passion. how he murmured, “you’re stunning…” made you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

their every move was like pure devotion, unraveling your body. they all were so different, yet there was a harmony that cannot be described. khalsana’s thrusts in your throat were slow and sensual. phainon was gentle yet feverish. irontomb forced himself inside you almost harshly. and reaver was so, so desperate, so deep that you felt his tip in your womb. 

you felt a building knot in your lower belly. it was something between impending doom and intoxicating ecstasy. you savored their every thrust, touch, caress, and kiss. your nerves were set ablaze, your back arched, and colors bloomed behind your eyelids. and in one moment, you just crumbled. your whole body spasmed, and a desperate cry escaped your lips. clear liquid gushed from your pussy, wetting even more phainon’s and reaver’s cocks. you weren’t even conscious enough to realize that you reached your peak; you were just a tangle of intense feelings, like tangled live wires.

somewhere on the edge of your consciousness, you caught their words of praise. but they were eclipsed by the feeling of pain on your shoulder, you saw out of the corner of your eye how irontomb bit you, even drawing blood. suddenly it had become clear how much rougher his thrusts became. a few of them, and you felt warmth—overwhelming, scorching warmth of irontomb’s cum in your ass. there were so much that his load spilled from you and down your thighs. 

you couldn’t contain a half-moan, half-cry. the vibrations of it were mind-shattering stimulation for khaslana with the way your throat spasmed around him. he pulled you closer, making your nose poke into his pubic bone. one, two shallow thrusts, and he spilled inside your willing mouth, making you swallow every drop of him. and suddenly a very lewd, totally cockdrunk thought sparked in your mind—how delicious he was. it was that moment when you were sure that you would beg for another round for more of this taste.

spasms of your cunt were breathtaking, something that made phainon choke on his own ragged groans; even reaver couldn’t contain his voice anymore. and such intense feelings made it clear that they too wouldn’t last long. so, phainon and reaver changed the way they had pounded into you. before their movements were synchronic in a way that never left you empty—when one was in, the other was out. and while chasing their climaxes, they started thrusting in you at the same time.

the closer reaver was to his climax, the more his cock swelled and his hips stuttered. he was so completely blissed out that he shamelessly reached to kiss you, despite khaslana’s cum dripping from your chin. and maybe it was exactly that kiss that pushed him over the edge. yet at the last moment he pulled out and spilled on your tummy, drawing your skin with his milky white, you moaned because you wanted it inside, but reaver just stroked you in a comforting manner, smearing his load.

yet just like that, peak longing has turned into overstimulation. and phainon ever so attentive, noticed that soon another orgasm would overlap the previous one, so his mischievous fingers went to your clit. he matched the tempo of his touches with his thrust. but soon enough he realized that sweet clenching of your cunt became the end for him. his climax crashed upon him like a tidal wave. but even if it meant overstimulating himself, phainon wanted you to reach one more peak; he wanted you to milk every drop of him.

your third orgasm was like a supernova—a powerful explosion of all-consuming pleasure that made your vision turn white. for a moment you felt like stardust, something shattered to myriad pieces that floated in warm darkness, yet your senses were heightened to the extreme. 

you felt every phainon’s thrust, every twitch of his cock, and every drop of his cum inside you. only when you rode the last waves of your climax did phainon cease. almost immediately his finger collected your and his combined releases, and phainon put his digits into his mouth, savoring this divine taste. his eyes rolled back in his head; he was enjoying it that much.

the sight stirred something within reaver, so he gathered his cum with his digit and pushed his finger into your mouth, letting you taste him. and you immediately wrapped your tongue around it. and apparently he was not the only one affected, because khaslana gathered a trickle of his cum on your chin and pushed his digit into your mouth too. you were happy to give him your attention as well. 

only that irontomb didn’t give you a chance to properly clean their fingers. he harshly gripped your chin, turning you toward him. one moment of intense eye contact when he relished in your cockdrunk expression and irontomb spat right into your mouth, and to his utter enjoyment you almost immediately obediently swallowed. 

you smiled at them. you were simply glad to take everything they gave you. it was you who threw away a key from that cage; you were ready to burn to ashes in the embrace of your four suns. and even when their warmth is too much, you'll always ask for more of their love.

zodyl loves cumming on your body. it’s ultimate proof of his ownership, his power over you, your body. 

you kneel before him. your warm welcome mouth was wrapped around his dick, tongue tracing every pulsing vein on his thick length or circling his leaking tip. your hands were fondling his heavy balls. you know well how to drive him insane with pleasure. so it didn’t take long to push him to the edge. you felt how his thighs tensed, how his cock was pulsing with the need for release.

you could practically feel the bitter taste of his cum on your tongue, but at the last minute zodyl pulled you by your hair, yanking you away from him. for a few seconds, you stared at him in a daze, but he only pumped his cock with low grunts. the veins on his forearms bulged as his fist tightened around his length with one last move as he came hard, thick milky ropes of cum covering your chest and collarbones. he breathed heavily, practically devouring you with his eyes. it made you squeeze your thighs with arousal.

not long after, he grabbed your arm and pulled you and him, his lips capturing yours in a scorching hot, deep kiss. zodyl was never the one to be afraid to taste himself on your tongue. his tongue absolutely dominated yours, you could practically feel him in your throat. 

heat left you dazed, that at first you didn’t even notice that his mouth wandered lower, leaving wet kisses and purple teeth-marks on your neck. his tongue gathered drops of his cum, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly, seeing how he swallowed his own release.

one more thing about zodyl: he doesn’t just love cumming on your body, he loves licking his own cum off of you. kink that he is absolutely not ashamed to indulge in. he was getting drunk on combined taste of you and him. his heavy breath became a hot grunt as he left a kiss mark on the crook of your neck. from time to time he withdrew to look at you, to savour how sinful you looked covered in signs of his ownership — both his marks and his cum — and he continued his feast on your body.

his open-mouthed kisses went lower to your breasts, his hands squeezed soft flesh. zodyl shamelessly licked your skin, his mouth captured your nipple, sucking harshly, his teeth grazed sensitive bud, making you grab his hair.

you stared at him as he cleaned you with his tongue, and felt more under his power than ever. you felt yourself so impossibly, utterly his. he felt your stare, so as he switched to your other nipple, giving it the same attention, he met your gaze. his expression was his usual cold mask, but it sends a spark down your spine.

date 1: restaurant disaster

everything about this restaurant screamed fancy: classic music, played by skilled musicians, expensive alcohol, and exquisite dishes. honestly, you were indifferent to all this, but ashveil, despite his bum-detective lifestyle, was pretty fitted in this place and seemed to quite enjoy this all. and even though he was supposed to help you, he was the one who distracted you the most.

“you look so gorgeous, i think i might forget how to breathe when i’m looking at you.” his saccharine words were so distracting, you almost lost sight of your target, hanging on everything he said. perhaps because ashveil's compliments were sincere. you could feel it with every fiber of your being. what is a better disguise than the truth, whispers in your mind were not helpful at all.

before this "date" you told him to talk less so he wouldn't distract you, but now it doesn't matter, because the stream of his compliments was endless. it seemed as though the detective had another case going on at the same time, and you were the target. every sweet word, and every deliberate touch made your head spin.

you didn't even drink alcohol, settling for a fruit smoothie like some kid to not be intoxicated during your mission. but was it only you or has the atmosphere really become so strange? honestly who can you blame? you went to ashveil with such a mission because he is devilishly handsome and, in your opinion, total top 1 boyfriend material (he literally has appeared in your wet dreams more than once, but you'd rather die than say it aloud). and now you have started to doubt your decision—what about your mission if you focused more on protecting your sanity (and heart) from your fake boyfriend's flirtation and not on eliminating your target? your thoughts went miles per second and ashveil still didn't shut up.

“he's really gotten into the role; it's almost cringe,” but with such a third wheel and its annoying comments, the illusion was quickly shattered into pieces. a heavy silence fell. your both expressions turned ugly.

of course, everything had already gone south on your first so-called date. even if ashveil told mr. narrator more than three times to not go with him, this monkey followed him anyway.

it’s as if you've been burned; you've turned away from each other. and your target chooses exactly this moment to turn to you. this commotion caught their attention. luckily, ashveil quickly understood the danger and embraced you, hiding your face with his coat. they noticed you, so it became risky to do anything.

“sorry for this. you don't need to pay for dinner. it's on me,” ashveil says sheepishly as you were leaving the restaurant. “and let me treat you to something nice after.”

date 2: shopping disaster

another fancy place, this time, it was a shopping mall where even a simple scarf would cost a fortune. honestly, you were unsure right up until the last minute whether you should come here. yes, your target has been here quite often, but this place is also not very suitable to carry out your plan.

at that moment, you remembered what mr. narrator had said—that ashveil really gets into character. because he really took the idea of “couple” shopping very seriously, with how he pointed to every other showcase.

“why don't you try this one?” ashveil said, handing you yet another hanger with yet another dress. you had already begun to feel tired.

“do not forget, that's not why we're here,” you murmured, trying to refuse. the bags he was holding were proof that you had already fallen under his spell instead of staying focused on your target.

“but this dress would make you even more stunning,” at this point you didn't even blush anymore, because red became a permanent color of your cheeks.

your heart hammered in your chest, making you wonder if you began to treat it all too seriously. and what else  could you be thinking? when ashveil showed up for your date, he flaunted his credit card in front of you, saying he had specifically solved several cases for such a special occasion because he wanted to spoil you a little. you wanted to, but you couldn't bring yourself to remind him that you were in a fake relationship.

“and what about these earrings? they would be a lovely match to your magnificent eyes,” ashveil leaned in close to you, gently brushing your ears. He just wanted to get a better look at how those earrings would look on you, but it all felt too intimate.

flash!

goosebumps from the touch of his gloved hand turned icy when you noticed the camera flash was pointed at you. what the fuck? to make it all a thousand times worse, there was a camera in your faces almost immediately.

“what a cute couple. would the gentleman mind answering one question I have, and i’ll give his beautiful lady a rose?” this damned blogger said, and you itched from the urge to break his camera and to punch his face. it was the greatest fiasco that could happen to your mission.

“why not? but we’re kinda in a hurry,” ashveil flashed a subtle smile at the blogger and squeezed your hand, positioning himself so that the camera doesn't capture your face too clearly. once again he covered you; it began to hurt your galaxy ranger's pride, even if deep inside you didn't so mind him protecting you.

“so the question is, what do you find most attractive about your girlfriend? i mean body part, like boobs, thighs, or ass, what is the most fuckable?” 

“her hands. they are pretty capable with different weapons, especially guns. i believe she can easily blow your face out for such questions,” as if to prove ashveil's words, you finally released your irritation in the form of a harsh punch in blogger's stomach.

ashveil laughed, pleased with what you did. but when he saw that the situation had caught the attention of the mall security, he picked you up in his arms in a bridal carry and hurried out. you couldn’t help but laugh too, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“you know, not a single word I said was a lie. i love when you kick asses,” ashveil said when you were in a safe place, sealing his words with a kiss to your knuckles.

you didn’t even notice that you completely forgot about your target.

date 3: street disaster

it was not even a date, just a chance encounter on the street. you just used it as an opportunity to discuss the details of your next "date" and elimination of the target. but somehow it felt like a proper date more than any of those before. your conversation flowed smoothly; you didn't even notice how professional conversation switched to something casual, even close to something intimate. you started talking about your favorite food, his cases, your cosmic voyage, how he almost lost his cane, and more and more. it was pleasant, it made your heart warm, and it made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

as the conversation went on, you found yourselves walking very close together, almost touching your hands. you felt goosebumps down your spine from being close to him, from the scent of his cologne. noisy, colorful world of planarcadia reduced to a bubble just for the two of you. 

but this idyllic moment was fleeting. the moment your eyes caught sight of your target’s silhouette, you stopped in your tracks. when ashveil noticed you stopping, he stopped too, but as soon as he followed your gaze, he understood everything. but you didn't manage to do anything, because almost immediately your target turned around, and they started walking toward you.

“hello, y/n! what an unexpected encounter,” ashveil couldn’t help but frown when this sleazy guy approached you two.

this guy may have had a pretty face and fancy clothes, but something about him was deeply unpleasant. as a detective, ashveil was proud of his ability to read people, and his gaze—like he was looking not at you but at something in the middle between a plaything and a piece of meat—was obvious enough to remind him of your words. when you hired him to be your fake boyfriend, you gave him enough details about your target, about this guy.

he was a famous con artist who used his pretty face to seduce rich women for their money. you didn’t give a shit about him until he decided to take a chance with you. and even though you easily put him in his place, things changed quite a bit after that. one of his victims, seeking revenge, hired you to settle the score with him. and just when you decided to kill two birds with one stone—make some money and have some fun while crushing the scammer's ego one more time—he found quite a protector for himself, some ipc’s big shot who was head over heels for him. you underestimated the situation, so you had to come up with an excuse on the spot to cover your retreat. that's how this situation with the fake boyfriend came about.

“truly, what an unexpected encounter,” you flashed him a smile as you leaned in to ashveil, your eyes scanning the street to know if he was alone or with his partner.

“how did you manage to get even more beautiful in such a short time?” when he took your hand to kiss the back of your palm, you had no idea what he was doing. it seemed as though 

it seemed as though you’d parted on a bitter note, and his current partner should have been more than enough to satisfy his thirst for power and money. what is with all this flirting now? and this kiss felt as if you just touched shit.

but ashveil understood everything better. this guy tried to heal his bruised ego with an attempt to snitch you from your boyfriend.

“so why don't we go somewhere right now to catch up?” upon hearing such words full of shallow boldness, ashveil simply took your hand in his and deliberately wiped his kiss off your hand, looking that guy straight in the eye.

yes, his words were just rubbish, but that kiss made him want to throw a punch. it was disgusting for ashveil to look at how this piece of trash touched you. it was not about jealousy but about the fact that he made you feel. this guy was just not worthy to be jealous over. but ashvail was not a type of fistfight in the middle of the street. and he knew very well that it could ruin your plan. and judging by a look that you gave him, ashveil was certain you had a plan.

“not now, how about a double date? at planarcadia spaceship club?” when ashveil heard that name, he was quite shocked. how did you get access to those places? because it made even the guy involved with ipc’s big shot wide-eyed.

“right now, i’m on a date with my darling,” and you kissed ashveil. it was like a wildfire, like a tidal wave, like an electric charge. cocktail of feelings—ashveil knew—that goes not very well with all this ‘fake’ dating. 

and, oh, right now he was jealous. because of the possibility of you choosing someone else for the role of your fake boyfriend, the possibility of you kissing someone else. 

date 4: spaceship club disaster

planarcadia spaceship club was legendary with outrageous initiation fees, strict dress codes, a luxurious clubhouse, and a gourmet restaurant. it was not only a place to dock billion-credit spaceships but also a place where you can enjoy luxury and make new, useful connections. you received an invitation for two to that place solely thanks to the lady who commissioned you.

you felt kind of out of place here, but ashveil was surprisingly natural. despite him being a bum detective, you could easily believe that he owns one of the spaceships here. and you were glad because it held key importance in your plan to obtain information that would lead to your target’s downfall. actually, when you first saw him in his new suit with an elegant cane, you had to remind yourself to not ogle too much.

but you quickly regained your focus on the target when it was time to set the traps. despite at first you being against ashveil helping you more than being your fake boyfriend, you had to admit his idea about meeting with another scammer’s victim here was quite useful. the plan was simple — take the con artist to the place where one of his exes was and make him nervous, and at the same time, use this to get information out of her.

it worked much better than you expected. his ex was so spiteful that you were surprised it wasn't her who hired you to ruin his life. so she gladly shared all the dirty details of his scam schemes. her presence also made the con man nervous. he, who loved being the center of attention, stayed nervously in the corner of the room, almost hiding behind his current “girlfriend”.

it went all too smoothly, so some kind of disaster was inevitable. as soon as you stepped out of the spaceship, you stumbled on a step, and your stiletto heel caused you to fall. luckily for you, ashveil was here to catch you.

“careful here,” you could feel his body warmth through your silky dress, sending shivers down your spine. thoughts you’d been pushing away all week after the kiss have now flooded your mind.

“y-yes…” you were reminded that since that day nothing had been the same for you. you were hyperconscious about every touch, every word said in his velvet baritone. your crush that you treated as something in between a joke and a wet dream turns out to be very, very real.

“it reminded me about our first meeting,” you heard his whisper right into your ear when he picked you up in his arms to carry you bridal style and take you to the nearest bench. “not such a fancy place, just some underground spaceship docks. you were looking for your first job as a galaxy ranger.”

his words left you puzzled, because did he really remember that time when you were just a rookie? it was both embarrassing and pleasant. pleasant that even then you—clumsy as you were—managed to catch his attention.

“and back then you helped me fix my broken gun, just like you're helping me with my broken heels now,” you chuckled when ashveil took off your shoes and started massaging your tired feet. only now did you realize just how exhausting the evening in heels had been for you.

“well, i’m always glad to help a pretty lady,” ashveil looked straight into your eyes while placing a light kiss on your ankle. and you realized that it was no coincidence that he remembered that incident. because right now in his eyes there were only you and the flame similar to one burning inside your heart.

date 5: gala (successful) disaster 

ashveil played a huge role in the final part of your plan too. if he hadn't gotten an invitation to the gala, the spectacular climax—with the con artist's true colors finally revealed—would have had to be postponed indefinitely. it was either that or compromise and scale back the finale. if spaceships club was fancy, this place was even more luxurious. even the wine they served here cost a fortune. it was a place meant for the richest and the most famous. 

classical music was playing, and ashveil asked you to dance. to the graceful rhythms, he spun you around, holding you close almost intimately. once again, his scent intoxicated you more than any wine, tempting you to press closer and feel more. and his hot gaze, which lingered on your lips, made you almost feel as if he kissed you.

he spun you one more time, and before you knew it, you found yourselves center stage. he elegantly took the microphone from the singer and said:

“dear guests, i have an important announcement for you. there is a despicable liar among us,” after ashveil spoke, the projector on the wall—which had been showing footage from various corners of space—began displaying recordings of your target’s romantic schemes.

the part of the plan you’d been most nervous about had arrived: stepping onto the stage and publicly revealing all of his deeds. but being in ashveil's embrace reassured you. you spoke dramatically, changing your tone to stress different situations. all the guests at the gala fell so silent that it seemed as though you could be heard even without a microphone. and in this silence, the echo of the slap across the con artist’s face rang out loud and clear. the perfect ending to your speech.

and as if to heighten the dramatic effect, the echo had barely died down when the doors burst open and several dozen ipc soldiers entered the hall.

“time to spice up everything a little bit,” ashveil leaned to your ear. “see i had one more case at that time, even though yours was more important. i needed to prove that woman's crimes, and you were a huge help. you made everything a whole lot easier.”

it turned out that ipc’s big shot was accused of embezzling a particularly large sum of money. and pearl herself entrusted ashveil with the investigation. 

“we’re great partners,” you smirked, and ashveil couldn’t fight the urge to kiss that smirk. his lips were immediately on yours; the kiss tasted of adrenaline and something true, like a long-awaited confession. he leaned more into your space, and in response you slipped your tongue into his mouth.

“indeed, we’re a power couple. i just hope we’re no longer ‘fake,’” his quiet laugh sent goosebumps that turned into electric charge when his hand moved from the small of your back to your waist. “will my lovely lady dance with me?”

the classical music continued to play, creating a strange resonance with the sounds of gunfire and the guests’ screams. 

“of course, my dear gentleman,” one more kiss, and you accepted his invitation, your hands intertwined.