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Nea steals the heart of Ion Christine, the elusive leader of the Midas Group. (Rev!Ion/Nea, based on @sinnme‘s Role-Swap AU).

Word count: 2652

The events that unfolded was like a sinfully sweet piece of chocolate that was slowly unwrapped from a foil made of gold.

Somehow, she managed to catch the eye of the creator of the Genius League, a tournament where the winner had the chance to gain riches beyond their wildest dreams. They would become a king, for all to marvel—all for winning a little tournament. That would be the case if they lived to see that day. For the conspiracy was that the winner would disappear to become the creator’s little toy, their body used for tests beyond tests. It was never proven, but people still speculated, and protested.

Despite the protests, the creator was able to mend the suspicions of the general public. There were the debates— “He’s a young adult, there’s no way he could be doing these preposterous things!” vs. “No matter how young this man may be, he still needed to be investigated!” When the protests began, the debates never ended, and nothing was done in order to regulate the Genius League for the government could do little against a tournament that was deemed savior of the economy—and the world. The creator—who had been nicknamed the same thing— “savior” only appeared at times when needed, like a thief in the night. A phantom.

And when that phantom appeared, he took sight of Nea Calais, and decided to never let her go.

As decreed by himself.

Summary: Elaine loves to pamper herself in the shower. Casimir, however, has other ideas.

Word count: 1747

Elaine lets the scent of rose invigorate her, and the lather that creates from rubbing the liquid soap envelop her body. She had to treat herself like this. Nourish and worship her own body and make sure it was tended to carefully. As Elaine washed herself, shower curtain and bathroom door wide open in her suite (as she had nothing to fear, she is the wife of a beautifully malicious and powerful man, and if harm came to her, he would be sure to take vengeance on her behalf) she hums softly, eyes closed, water hitting her skin so delicately it felt as if she were a flower being watered.

Now she moved to nourish her black tresses. She only used the highest of qualities when it came to her hair. She wished for it to retain it’s usual silky feel, it’s beautiful shine and bounce. Elaine lathered her hair in shampoo and washed it out after a minute or so, and then moved to condition it. Delicately she takes the product and runs it through her hair, making sure it is untangled before it is washed out. All of this, she does while her soft siren hymn echoes off the walls of the black-tiled bathroom.

Elaine hears a soft click, indicating the suite door has been unlocked. She makes no notion to stop what she is doing. Footsteps draw closer to the bathroom until they finally stop. Elaine smiles, and turns to face her beloved (as her back was to the door) and looks him over curiously. His eyes too, seem to loom over sensitive areas and that excites Elaine.