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It was only a matter of time before someone like you would meet with Azul.

Azul frequently meets with people like you. People who are filled with greed, who lust for more, sometimes more than they can realistically handle. However, he doesn’t mind fulfilling such wishes. Making people’s dreams come true is what he lives for. To be benevolent is simply in his nature.

This wasn’t one of those cases, however. You didn’t come to the Mostro Lounge to fulfil a fruitless dream or a selfish wish. No, you were here because he invited you here, personally. He’s had his eyes on you for a while now. You were quite unique, and he just couldn’t miss out on the possibility of making a good deal.

 He observed you carefully as you sat down on the black leather couch across from him. His cool grey eyes analyzed your figure before quickly moving back to your face. He leaned back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. Confidence oozing from him as he smiled.

“Well, you have made quite the reputation for yourself, haven’t you?” He spoke in that smooth voice of his. “I must admit I’m impressed by your ability to get so close to others. While your methods are unconventional, I believe we could work together for each other’s benefit.”

Azul paused for a moment as the sound of footsteps was heard. The soft clicking of his polished shoes, his gloved hand resting across his chest and that almost butler-like demeanor… It was unmistakably Jade. He grabbed something from the desk on the other side of the room and wordlessly handed it to Azul before stepping away into some dark corner of the room. Even with his eyes closed you could feel him watching.

Your attention is brought back to Azul as he places the object onto the table in front of you. There was no mistaking the golden paper that now lay in front of you. It was a contract. “So, what do you think? I’m making a generous offer, am I not?”

He leans forward slightly as he observed you. He can practically see the gears turning in your head as you read the contents of the contract. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he was getting a bit impatient as he waited for your response. Azul had spent quite some time writing this contract for you after all...

All he needed you to do was to just sign it and you could use your abilities for something worthwhile! He can see so much potential, and it would be such a shame if it was wasted…

But, to his surprise you refused his offer.

Azul could only bite his tongue as he leaned back. Hiding any of his true feelings with a polite smile. “That is most unfortunate… but I understand your reluctance. However, could I humbly request that you think it over?” He spoke politely as ever, his smile never once falling. You had agreed to think it over and with that he quickly bid you farewell, watching as Jade escorted you out of his establishment.

With you gone Azul’s smile was quickly replaced with a look of disdain. He leaned back onto the couch with a heavy sigh. His shoulder’s dropped; he was certain you wouldn’t turn down his offer but… It wasn’t that big of a problem. He’s almost certain you’ll reconsider.

Yet, as he sat alone in his bedroom, he wasn’t feeling quite so sure…

Crumbled up papers laid sporadically around Azul’s desk. He’s not the messy type but a lot has been on his mind lately. The bedroom was dark apart from the nautilus shell lamp which illuminated him and the numerous papers on his desk.

Azul felt troubled as he tossed yet another letter off to the side. He doesn’t understand why this is so difficult… He’s made hundreds of contracts and yet for whatever reason no matter what he wrote or said you’ve never been interested in anything he’s offered. He’s offered you many things at this point; money, clothes, a clean reputation, yet nothing seems to tempt you to sign…

Why was it so hard to tempt you? Why was it so hard to get you to sign a contract? But most importantly of all, why was he trying so hard to make you do this? Why was he wasting so much of his precious time and effort into writing in what he envisions as the perfect contract for you?

You’re a good asset to have, he reasons with himself. As he said earlier in the day, your ability to convince others to get what you want is impressive, even if oftentimes what you want is a bit... lewd.  But, on the other side of that coin he realizes that your reputation could stain his. Not only that but in all the time he’s spent trying to create the perfect contract, he could’ve found someone better than you, someone with a better reputation, someone with insider knowledge, someone with a heavier pocket that he could trap under his thumb and yet…

There’s something that you have that others don’t.

You have very personal firsthand knowledge of others.

Who knows how many people’s beds you’ve been in at this point and honestly Azul doesn’t need the exact number but, he knows that you’ve been intimate with quite a few, you wouldn’t have the unique reputation that you have if that wasn’t the case. If he could get his hands on that knowledge, who knows what he could do with it… It could certainly give him an advantage over others and that’s exactly what he wants. If he could get you on his side, he could possibly benefit greatly.

In fact, he already benefits from your lewd behavior. You walk the school’s halls with shifty eyes, searching for new prey to keep you warm in your bed for the next couple of weeks before you go and find a new one. Leaving behind a trail of broken hearts in your wake, broken hearts that Azul can fix. Poor souls have already come weeping to him, looking for a way to numb the pain or to just forget about you entirely and of course, Azul always delivers.

With a heavy sigh he concludes his thoughts. He picks up his fish bone pen and starts writing again, his pen gliding across the paper as the words form in his mind. You are an asset, you are a resource he could use, you may not be that profitable, but you can share with him information he has no other way of gaining access to.

He writes and writes until he’s far too tired to continue. He looks over the paper with a critical eye before sighing to himself, it will do. And with that, he falls into bed and gets some well-deserved rest.

The next day arrives, and he goes through the day like any other. He wakes up, gets dressed, gets bothered by the Leech twins before heading off to class before finally- seeing you? What?

There you were in the arms of another man. It was no surprise to him but what was surprising is the way he felt as he stumbled upon such a sight.

He couldn’t really explain it, but this almost bitter feeling formed inside him as he saw you two together. He tries his best to ignore the feeling as he rolls his eyes and quickly walks past you and that poor soul, only to glance behind him just in time for him to see you giving him a sly wink.

At the end of the day, he’s back at the Mostro Lounge, back in the VIP room. What is he waiting for? He had already sent the twins to fetch you for him and he could feel his heart beating as he waited somewhat eagerly for your arrival. He’s hopeful that this contact will finally get you on his side.

Suddenly, he hears a knock on his door, and he welcomes you in. He goes through the motions as you sit across from him, and he presents his newest contract to you. He speaks highly of how great this deal is, pulling all the fancy talk he knows to make this contract as enticing to you as it possibly could be and yet…

You decline, again.

He feels a bit crushed, and for once his smile falters. “Please do reconsider. I think it’s quite a fair deal, don’t you think?” Yet you refuse and he has no choice but to bite his tongue, lest he wishes to ruin any chance he has. He soon bids you farewell, watching as Jade yet again escorts you out. He can’t help it as he glares at the door you left from. What does he have to do to get you to agree?

This frustration had been building for awhile now and he could feel it slowly starting to reach a boiling point. He can feel the desperation building and he avoids you for a couple months as he tries to get his thoughts together. Yet almost daily he is reminded of you. One poor soul after another comes crying or complaining to him about you and it’s starting to grate on his nerves. He feels for them, truly, yet he also feels that bitter taste building on the back of his tongue.

It doesn’t help that the twins love to tease him so much, he’s not even sure if they know how their words affect him, but he has a feeling that they do. Even when Azul doesn’t ask them to keep an eye on you it seems that they do and every chance they get, they chuckle as they tell him of who your new squeeze is, or they talk in far too much detail of how you touch your new lover in the halls of the college. He can’t help but think that the twins are a pair of demons sent to torment him sometimes… More than likely to punish him for his greedy behavior, perhaps it was a bit deserved.

Though… intentional or not, he was made to think of you almost constantly and that bitter taste and feeling only grew… and grew… and grew into something much darker.

He stares at himself in the bedroom mirror, his mind wandering to everything that’s happened in the past couple months. Those taunting words from the twins, the constant cries and pleas of those you’ve left heartbroken and the way you looked at him… Gods the way you looked at him. It’s as if you knew how much you tormented his thoughts. Those smirks of yours were seared into his mind. It was as if you were some parasitic worm that had nestled itself deep into his brain and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get you out.

His mind wanders to all the men you’ve been with. All those poor souls you held hands with, kissed and touched… He felt bitter at the thought and his hands wander as he picks at his skin, his eyes glued to the mirror in front of him. Why was he so bitter? Why did he feel this... need to look at himself?

Oh. Of course…

It was because he was jealous.

That’s what this was. This bitter sickening taste in the back of his tongue was nothing more than words he wished to spit out at those poor souls that came begging for his help. This need to compare himself to all the men you’ve been with… was only fueled by the constant mocking words of the twins as he was forced to imagine all kinds of scenarios he’d much rather not think about.

Bitter, he was so bitter. His mind was sent into a frenzy at the revelation. As thoughts, upon thoughts bombarded his mind unannounced…

He wondered if he looked good enough for you, if he was your ‘type’, if you would ever choose him next. It made him feel insecure as he stared at every little flaw he could find within the mirror.

It was so strange to him though… He’d never think that he’d fall for someone like you. He truly believed that if you were to come crawling to him with that stupid smirk and those lustful eyes of yours, he would’ve grabbed you by the throat and threw you out of the Mostro Lounge himself.

Yet here he was, his mind devoured with nothing but thoughts of you. He just couldn’t understand how this had happened… You two were so wildly different. He was crafty, smart and logical and you were nothing but a fool who ran around seducing everyone who even looked at you. Compared to him you were pathetic, so why did this happen?

Maybe… there was more to you than he thought?

Oh, yes… that must’ve been it. You had shown signs of being cunning, how could he forget? You had so much potential. You just needed a little push in the right direction, perhaps some reforming. His thoughts twist and turn as he tries to rationalize the words and he can’t help it as a grin stretches across his face. He is confident that he can make you better… so much better.

He can give you everything you need, you’d be a fool to turn away his newest offer. Afterall, he’s the best choice for you out of everyone in this college, isn’t he? You’d have to be blind not to see it…

He sits at his desk again, writing another contract at an almost feverish pace. Words upon words until they are wrong- then they are erased- and then more and more words until he has to rip apart the paper and start all over again. Words, letters, symbols, they’re all blending together as he almost stabs his fish bone pen into the ink jar and writes everything all over again. It must be perfect, it must be the best, it must, it must-! He barely even notices the pen cutting into his hand, the blood mixing with the ink, in this manic dance he can only see the potential before him, his wants, his needs...

Until finally, it is over.

His breath is heavy, and his eyes are wide as he reads the words written on the contract. He leans back into his chair with a satisfied smile, it is done. A perfect deal you can’t refuse…

The days pass and soon the time comes where he calls upon the twins to fetch you for him. The VIP room is the same as always, yet it feels different, darker, colder. He sits you down in the same seat as before and places upon the table a new golden contract. He seems so calm as he smiles and silently watches as you read this new contract.

He’s never felt so confident before, he was absolutely sure that you wouldn’t deny it this time.

But you never seem to give him what he wants.

You always make things so difficult.

Yet again, another contract is denied, and he doesn’t even try to hide it as the smile falls from his face and his eyes go cold. The change is almost so startlingly sudden and it’s no surprise to him as he watches you laugh off the situation and get up to leave. But you can’t.

As two familiar looking twins stand in front of the door, blocking you from getting out. Their sharp-toothed grins are mocking as they watch your growing confusion. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to see Azul. His face is serious, devoid of emotion. The air is so cold as he speaks.

Riddle never knew of your reputation when you first approached him.

He thought you were just an overly friendly guy when he first met you. He wasn’t used to people who were so openly flirtatious like you and it was quite awkward for him whenever your flirting was directed at him but he wasn’t that concerned with you. As long as you followed the rules and did as you were told, he didn’t pay you any mind. Riddle was far too busy taking care of the other dorm members and keeping his grades high to be distracted by someone he barely knew.

You were awfully persistent however, but Riddle found that he didn’t really mind…

He would never admit it aloud though, he’d never need to as the deep red blush on his face spoke more words than he ever could about how he felt when you complimented him or gently touched him in a “friendly” way. The way his heart felt when he was around you was, simply put, addicting. He would often become distracted during unbirthday parties and his study sessions as he tried to figure out what all these new emotions meant.  Even as he read his textbooks before bed, he found that his mind would instead become distracted by thoughts of you, of the things you had said to him earlier that day, annoyed he’d close his book knowing that no matter what, he wouldn’t be able to study properly. He’s never had to deal with something like this before. Although, he supposes it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility to assume that these feelings he has for you is love.

And with this revelation he wondered if you loved him back. Of course, he can’t just assume that you love him back, he first needs to find some sort of proof. However, it seemed like you did. He knew you had a flirtatious personality, but he hadn’t seen you interact with others the same way you had interacted with him so far. Maybe you really do like him back? Your words and actions seemed genuine enough… but he still wasn’t entirely sure.

Riddle’s odd behavior was not only noticed by himself, however, as people close to him began to slowly notice as well, specifically Trey and Cater were the first to catch onto their formidable dorm leader’s new crush. Riddle’s feelings for you were noticeable to the duo. Riddle’s curious glances towards you and his shaky hands which only grew more uncontrolled the closer you got to him was very telling of his emotions towards you. If that wasn’t enough then it was the small bashful smile and the light red blush that’d appear on his face whenever you had said something to him.

They were quick to question and tease Riddle about his very obvious crush towards you. (Obvious to them anyway.) Of course, teasing their hot-headed dorm leader about his new cute crush was fun and all but they would quickly grow worried. Your reputation was not unknown to them, especially to Cater who prided himself on knowing all the latest drama.

Trey and Cater knew they had to do something about this crush of his. They knew that this would only end in heartbreak for Riddle and not wanting to see him get hurt, they tried to gently warn him. It was better to cut the stem of this blooming love then to let it get too far out of hand. They didn’t want to slap him in the face by telling him you were a “fuckboy,” thinking that information might be a bit too much to handle right now, so they simply told him that they believed that you were a bad influence and that you weren’t worth it. Cater knows very well the type of person you are and despite Trey’s warnings, he almost tells Riddle exactly what you are before catching himself and simply telling Riddle that if he wants a reliable partner, he should look somewhere else.

Riddle would thank them for trying to look out for him and that he’d think about their words, still ignorant to what you truly were. However, unbeknownst to Cater and Trey, Riddle’s feelings for you grew faster than he could control them. He did not heed their warnings at all as your charismatic personality had completely entranced him by this point. Your voice plays like a constant record in his head, and he simply can’t get enough of you. Everyone’s always been afraid of him but for some reason you were not. You had the nerve to openly flirt and talk to him and for the first time in a while he didn’t feel like the hot-headed dorm leader of Heartslabyul that everyone feared. Instead, he felt like… a person, a normal person. Of course, he didn’t mind being feared and he really loved being the dorm leader of Heartslabyul but it felt nice to meet someone who doesn’t flinch just because he looked at them…

His feelings towards you would be challenged yet again as rumors of your escapades around the college would infect the Heartslabyul dorm.

He tries his best to ignore the other student’s whispers but… it’s difficult. Riddle grows conflicted. On one hand they could be telling the truth but on the other, they could be lying about you and just trying to slander your name. It bothers him to no end about the things they whisper about you. To imagine that you could actually be that type of person made him feel sick. He really tries his best to just ignore it hoping that in a couple weeks everyone will find something else to whisper about but when he keeps hearing their giggling and their whispers about your supposed “activities” during an unbirthday party no less, he just can’t keep himself together. The teacup he was holding easily shatters in his grip as he angrily yells that everyone is now forbidden from even speaking your name in Heartslabyul. 

Riddle is relived when the next day he doesn’t hear even the smallest whisper of your name in his presence. To think that his own dorm members would think it was appropriate to spread such awful rumors about an innocent person makes him feel sick and he’s glad that it was over…

Time passes and his feelings for you only grow despite everyone’s concerns. Soon he’s inviting you to his room to study for upcoming tests with him though you make it quite difficult as you seemingly love to distract him. He doesn’t hate your teasing remarks though he’d rather you at least try to focus on the textbooks he’s showing you. It would be like this for a while, he’d invite you to Heartslabyul and occasionally he’d hang out with you at your dorm whether it was to study or to just talk about your lives. Riddle just loved spending time with you.

His feelings were growing more and more out of control as he soon found himself worried about what you were doing when you weren’t with him. He grew worried about your relationship with him and the whispers of those rumors only haunted him as he laid awake in his bed at night thinking of all the things you could possibly be doing when he wasn’t with you.

It wasn’t until a couple weeks later as his paranoia slowly grew that his whole world seemingly shattered.

Riddle had stumbled upon his worst nightmare…

As he was walking to his next class, he turned a corner and there you were in the almost empty hallway in the arms of another guy. Your hands on the guy’s waist as you kissed him. Riddle felt like his heart dropped to his feet and as if all the air in his lungs had been knocked out of him. He quickly moved back around the corner hoping that you hadn’t seen him as he placed a hand over his mouth and stared wide eyed at the floor. Tears fell from his eyes as his mind desperately tried to comprehend what he had just seen. He tried to be quiet as he quickly walked away from what he just saw. He couldn’t believe it… he really couldn’t.

With every step he took back to his dorm, Riddle could feel his heart cracking and breaking… He wished then that he had listened to his friends’ warnings about you. People are quick to move out his way as he rushes back to his dorm and to his bedroom, not wanting to be involved with whatever was troubling the dorm leader of Heartslabyul. Once his bedroom door closes behind him, he breaks down. He yells and cries as he sits alone in his room. Deep down he knows his reaction is out of character. You and he were never romantically together so he truly has no good reason to be this upset apart from his strong romantic attraction towards you. He just feels like he’s been… betrayed. Those rumors of you being a heartbreaker and a fuckboy that once seemed so ridiculous to him now seem like they could actually be true.

Riddle couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he never caught you in the hallway. Would he be just another guy you’ve slept with? Was he just another person to warm your bed? Were you really going through all this effort and spending all this time with him just so you could sleep with him and then leave for the next person you find yourself attracted to?

He can’t even think of looking at you the next day, but he can’t run away and hide. He’s the proud dorm leader of Heartslabyul and he must act like it. He can’t run away from something so ridiculous.

Despite how he truly feels, he pretends as though he never saw anything at all. He continues inviting you to Heartslabyul not wanting to make you suspicious of him. It seemed as though you didn’t know that he had found you out or you didn’t care as you kept being friendly with him. Your words and touch now only made him feel sick. The fluttering butterflies that he once felt were replaced by a twisting knot that only grew tighter and tighter within his chest whenever you did anything. He really tries to make it seem like nothing is wrong as he smiles at you like he always does… but even as Riddle smiles, he can feel his jaw tighten the moment you look away from him.

Great Seven he hates you. He hates the type of person you are. He hates that he fell in love with someone so vile as you. He hates you so much… and his heart hurts so, so badly.

But…

He’s not giving you up. No, not yet. Despite the disgust you now make him feel, he… he can change you. Yes, he can fix you. He can and he will.

Riddle isn’t sure how, perhaps there’s a rule in the Queen of Hearts 810 rules that can help him? He knows you won’t listen if he were to just scold or threaten you, if Ace doesn’t even listen to him when he does that why would you? He can barely sleep as he thinks of all the ways he can stop you from running off to other people. He has to figure out how he can make you stay because clearly, love won’t be enough. It’s so obvious he’s the perfect choice for you out of everyone in this college and he just doesn’t understand why you can’t see that.

He spends days trying to come up with something that’ll make you stay with him and finally he comes up with a seemingly perfect idea. It was so obvious he’s surprised he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

Everything goes as per usual for the day but when Riddle invites you to spend some time studying with him at Heartslabyul like he usually does. It’s a little hard for him to hide his feelings. He lures you to his bedroom and in his hands appears a red gift box. It’s quite pretty yet simplistic for a gift box and as he hands it to you, he looks at you expectantly.

Inside the gift is…

A collar?

It’s a very well-made collar, intricate and delicate. Though you don’t look all that thrilled to wear it, you humor him and put it on. It’s a very odd gift from someone like Riddle. He compliments you telling you that the collar suits you and that the red color suits you. You both exchange a seemingly friendly laugh at the oddity of the situation yet as you go to take the collar off you find that… you can’t. No matter how much you try to, you just can’t take it off.

Riddle lets out an almost mocking chuckle at your attempts to take the collar off. It doesn’t matter what you say or do now; you can yell, scream or even try to attack him if you want but it’s all in vain. In fact, you should keep yelling. It’ll only make him believe more and more that you deserve to wear that collar.

Having you wear such an item will surely make it clear to everyone who sees it who you really belong to, and it won’t take long for you to learn that no one is going to let you touch or sleep with them in fear of incurring Riddle’s wrath. Sometimes being feared has its perks… Though it’s not like he’d let you have the chance anyway, he will punish you if he even thinks that you might be flirting with someone. He’ll control you’re every move, every word, every action. He’ll never let you have the chance to get away from him.

He doesn’t understand why you’re so angry about it, you wanted to be in a relationship with him, didn’t you? That’s why you went through all this trouble, just so you could spend a night in bed with him… this is what you wanted.

So, stop being so difficult. You love him, don’t you? Don’t you care about him? He’s just doing this cause he loves you. He wants the best for you!