#fizzyfics

Seonghwa's lips curve into a devious smile as he looms over you, your wrists restrained by silk ties and your mouth stuffed with your own panties, now stained with his essence. In one hand, he holds a cold, gleaming steel knife, the sharp tip glinting in the dim light of the room. "Look at you," he taunts, "so adorably helpless."

A low whimper escapes your throat as you try to shift your hips, desperate for any kind of friction between your drenched thighs.

Seonghwa's smirk only grows wider as he watches you squirm, savoring the sight of your flushed cheeks and writhing body under his control. The room is thick with tension and anticipation as he decides how to continue, relishing in the power he holds over you.

Your body trembles with anticipation as he runs the sharp blade of the knife along your inner thigh, teasingly close to your most sensitive areas. Your breath hitches in your throat as you try to contain your desire. "Mmmm, look how desperate you are for more already," he taunts with a devilish grin. "Tell me baby, what do you need?" His voice is a seductive whisper that sends shivers down your spine. "Use your words like a good girl," he adds, his eyes dark with desire. You struggle to form coherent thoughts as you beg for more.

His rough hand reaches out, fingers eagerly grasping at your breast. He pinches and tugs at your nipple, inflicting a mix of pain and pleasure. "Beg for it," his voice taunts, "and maybe Mommy will give you what you crave so desperately." The cold metal of the knife presses harder against your skin, leaving an icy trail in its wake. "Oh wait," he taunts, "you can't speak, can you? Dirty little thing you are"

You let out muffled moans, the fabric stuffed in your mouth muffling the sound. Your back arches, pushing your chest further into Seonghwa's groping hand. Your hips involuntarily buck, seeking more stimulation from the knife teasing your inner thigh. Drool escapes the corner of your lips as you try desperately to form words, but only garbled pleas emerge. The taste of salt coats your tongue as tears of frustration prick at the corners of your eyes - you're aching to beg properly but physically unable with your mouth filled. Instead, you gaze up at him with hooded, lust-filled eyes, silently pleading for mercy even as your body writhes shamelessly in need. The degrading pet names and rough treatment only heighten your arousal, sending shivers down your spine and causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Every touch, every word, every sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, making it hard to focus on anything but the overwhelming need.

He lets out a sinister chuckle at your muted screams and frenzied squirming, clearly enjoying the control he holds over you in this moment. "Aww, what's wrong babygirl? Can't tell Mommy what you need?"

He leans in closer, his warm breath caressing your ear as he speaks in a low voice.

"I think you need to be punished for being such a dirty, knife-hungry slut. Making such a mess all over yourself like this…"

The knife traces higher, grazing over your sex teasingly. Your hips instinctively arch towards it, desperate for any kind of contact. Seonghwa smirks down at you, watching your reactions with dark amusement. He knows exactly how to push your buttons and make you beg for more without you speaking a word.

"Do you want it?" he asks, holding the knife dangerously close to your throbbing core. "Do you want me to use this on you?"

You nod frantically, unable to form words as your body screams for more.

Seonghwa's low chuckle sends a shiver down your spine as he brings the flat of the blade to your clit, pressing down with controlled force. Your body arches instinctively at the sensation, but before you can fully react, his free hand wraps around your throat. The pressure against your windpipe and the sharp edge of the knife against your sensitive flesh forces a muffled moan pass your lips. You can feel his hot breath against Your neck as he leans in closer, lips ghosting across your ear as he continues to toy you.

"Maybe if you're a very good girl and take what I give you I'll let you use your mouth again. Would you like that, my filthy little fucktoy?"

Despite the fear that always lingered in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but love your boyfriend, who happened to be a vampire. He was still the same loving, protective and charming guy you fell for, even with his supernatural nature. Standing tall at 6'2", he towered over most and his striking features were undeniably beautiful. But what drew you in the most was the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you, as if you were the only thing that mattered in his immortal life.

Despite his vampiric nature, he defied the stereotypical image of Dracula. His pale white skin may have hinted at his blood-drinking tendencies, but he could withstand the sun's rays for extended periods of time unlike other vampires. The myth of holy objects being able to repel him was just that - a myth. But what truly set him apart were his deep, piercing red eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness. And his hands and forearms - they were black as night, with sharp claws that could shred through flesh like paper. But alongside his inhuman strength and speed, he possessed another gift - the ability to hypnotize and control the human mind, bending them to his will with a mere glance

You nestled comfortably onto his lap, seeking refuge from the mundane movie that played on the screen. Your fingers danced over his hand, tracing patterns and shapes as he watched with amusement. He noticed your lack of interest in the movie and paused it, turning his attention fully to you. With a gentle touch, he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze, a smile spreading across his lips at the sight of your playful expression.

“Is the movie not to your liking, darling?”

“Hmm? It’s ok you like it keep watching it”

His questioning gaze meets yours as you try to assure him that it's okay, that you're enjoying the movie. But he can sense your hesitation, knowing that you're just trying to spare his feelings. He sets the remote down on the coffee table and gently cups your face in his hand. His thumb traces circles on your cheek as he studies your expression.

“Darling, you were just playing with my hand and staring at the wall, I’m not that thick headed.”

“Yeah but you like this movie, watch it”

A heavy sigh escapes his lips as he shakes his head in disappointment, but he still pulls you closer to him. His warm breath tickles your skin as he speaks, "What's the point in watching it if you're not enjoying it?" His forehead meets yours, and a shiver of electricity shoots through your body. His sharp, black nails trail down your cheek in a gentle caress. "But…you like it, and that's all that matters," you said with a small smile.

He hums softly as his hand slides along your jawline and down to the curve of your neck, tilting your chin with gentle force. His eyes meet yours in a captivating stare, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You're the most important thing to me," he says with a low chuckle before leaning in to press light kisses along your jaw and neck. You can feel the faint scrape of his fangs against your skin, knowing he's intentionally teasing you with them.

He gently nips at the skin on your neck with his fangs before pulling away, a mischievous smirk on his face as he licks over where he just bit. He wasn't breaking the skin, of course.

"Oh? Have my fangs taken away my darling's words?"

"Are you feeling hungry or something?" you asked tilting your head a bit, he chuckles at your question. It's endearing how unaware you can be at times. The thought of being hungry does cross his mind as he runs his tongue over his sharp teeth, but he would never drink your blood without your consent. At least, that's what you think

“Perhaps, but that’s not why I’m teasing you darling,” he whispered seductively, his lips lingering on the curve of your neck. “I just can’t resist playing with you, my dear.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as he pulled you in closer by your waist, his touch sending tingles through your body. He continued to gently nip at your skin, leaving kisses and tiny bites along your collarbone and shoulders. His sharp fangs grazed your flesh, a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.

He bit down harder on a sensitive spot, his teeth sinking into your skin with a hint of force. You squirmed beneath him, letting out a soft whine as the sensations coursed through you. His hand moved to hold your chin up, his dark eyes searching for any signs of arousal.

He wanted to hear you moan, to know that he was affecting you in all the right ways. With each nibble and nip, he pushed you closer to the edge of desire. And from the way you responded to his touch, he knew he was succeeding.

A satisfied chuckle escapes his lips as he witnesses your reaction to his touch. It is one of his greatest pleasures, seeing how you respond to him - be it through his words, or the way he holds and plays with you.

"You told me to watch the movie, yet here you are," he teases, "a whining mess from my mere touch."

"Shut up," you retort playfully, unable to stop yourself from smiling as he continues to laugh. He pushes you down onto the couch, pinning you underneath him as his body hovers over yours. His smirk is evident on his face, revealing his sharp fangs in all their glory.

"Try me, darling," he growls, his eyes glinting with a dangerous gleam. You immediately regret your flippant remark as he advances towards you, pinning you against the wall with a force that takes your breath away.

"I-I didn't mean it like that," you stammer, trying to push him away. But his grip on your wrists is unbreakable, his strength overwhelming.

"Too late," he sneers, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. "I love seeing you scared and flustered, it's adorable."

Panic sets in as you realize just how much power he holds over you. You whimper and plead for him to let you go, but he only laughs at your distress.

"Not until I'm done playing with my little darling," he snarls, his grip tightening even more. You can feel his hot breath on your neck, sending shivers of fear through your body.

“No, I like you right here, under me, all while being a whining mess over me pinning you down, it’s cute, love.”

"No, no, I really mean it, stop!" He tilted his head and leaned in closer, his breath tickling your skin and sending shivers down your spine. "You can say one thing, but your body is saying something else, darling." He chuckled at your reaction as he continued to lightly nip and suck at your neck. "Yunho, please stop," you pleaded, but he only let out a small hum in response. He found that sensitive spot on your neck again and began to focus on it, wanting to hear you whimper once more - that sound that drove him wild with desire.

“And why should I? I like having you like this darling, and you sure do make it look like you’re enjoying it.”

You shook your head, attempting to appear calm and collected while your voice trembled with fear. You didn't want to act flustered or bratty, but you couldn't help feeling scared. "Y-Yu… please," you pleaded, your tone now soft and fearful. That seemed to snap him out of his teasing mood. He looked at you, his expression filled with concern.

He released your wrists and instead cupped your face gently in his hands.

"Please, my dear," he cooed, his grip tightening on your wrists. You whimpered, desperately hoping for a release from his grasp. But he could see the panic in your eyes, and it wasn't just because he was restraining you. He knew that his manipulative powers were fading, and soon you would return to your independent thinking.

His fingers move gently through your hair, trying to calm you and assure you that you are safe. He slowly moves away from you, allowing you to sit up. His gaze remains fixed on you, full of concern. You rest your head in his lap, reaching for the remote and pressing play on the movie again. "Let's just watch your movie," he says, not taking his eyes off of you. As he sits up more, he delicately cups your face and turns it towards him, making sure you are looking at him as he speaks.

His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as he spoke. His thumb caressed your cheek gently, leaving a warm trail in its wake. "Don't dodge my question," he said, concern etched into his features. "I thought you were okay with me pinning you down. Why did you act so scared of me? Did I go too far?"

You hesitated before answering, unsure of how to express your thoughts. He tilted his head, his worry growing as he tried to understand.

"It's not that…" You trailed off, unsure of how to continue. But he pressed on, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.

"Then what is it? What made you so scared?" His tone was gentle, but the concern in his voice was palpable.

"I don't know…you just did it so quickly and for a moment, I thought…" You stopped yourself, not wanting to finish the sentence.

He froze upon hearing your words, guilt washing over him. He knew how frightened you were of his true nature as a vampire. And here he was, trying to playfully tease you and ending up scaring you instead.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he gently pulled you onto his lap and held you tight against his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered, regret lacing his words. "I never want to make you feel afraid or used."

“It’s okay…do you want me to get you a cup of blood or anything?”

“No no, I’m alright….”

he gently runs his hands through your hair, just gently holding you against him, it was so rare to see you so shaken up, he could hear your heartbeat, still fast and clearly shook up from earlier

“Are you sure you’re alright love?…”

“Mhm..”

he still didn’t look away from you, looking down at you and noticing the way you kept your head down. He wasn’t stupid. he knew you were lying, He gently grabbed your chin, lifting your head a bit to look at him

“Doll, please don’t lie. I know you’re not okay“

"I'm just going to go to the bedroom, you can stay here and watch TV," You announced, getting up from his lap and making your way to the bedroom. He didn't say a word as he watched you disappear behind the closed door. As he leaned back on the couch, he couldn't help but feel guilty. He knew you were still shaken up, yet he couldn't bring himself to comfort you. Meanwhile, you laid in bed, trying to fall asleep despite the turmoil swirling inside of you. Should you be angry with him? Or should you understand where he's coming from? The inner conflict kept you awake for hours.

he ended up finishing the movie. He spent a few more minutes just sitting on the couch, he wasn’t in the mood to watch another movie. He slowly got up from the couch and walked over to the bedroom, opening the door, only to be met with the sight of you asleep, he couldn’t help but smile a. bit before gently crawling into bed with beside you and pulling you close to him

He lovingly brushed strands of hair away from your face before pressing his cheek against your neck. His hand tenderly caressing your arm as he pulled you in closer, fitting his body against yours. He had an intense desire to be near you, to have you in his arms and keep you safe. As you started to stir awake, you could feel his fingertips gently tracing your skin.

As his fingers delicately trailed over your skin, you stirred in his arms. He lifted his head and gazed at you with a tender expression.

"Hey…sorry, love. I didn't mean to wake you," he murmured softly.

Sitting up, you gently pushed his hand away. His face fell with confusion and a hint of hurt as he watched you retreat from his touch.

"Love?" His voice held concern as he too sat up, studying your face. "What's wrong?"

You hesitated before finally speaking up. "I want to sleep alone tonight. I'm just going to go to the living room."

His eyes widened in surprise at your unexpected words. "Wait, why? Did I do something?"

Shaking your head, you replied softly, "No." With that, you got up and left the bedroom, making your way to the living room. He sat there, perplexed and hurt by your sudden rejection. It was clear that he couldn't understand why you didn't want to share a bed with him or be touched by him. The gap between you seemed to grow wider as you retreated from each other's presence for the night.

With a deep, heavy sigh, he reluctantly rises from the bed and trudges after you to the living room. His heart aches with confusion and hurt as he watches you settle comfortably onto the couch.

"Yunho," you say, and he stops in front of you, bracing himself for whatever words will come next.

"Please," you plead, your voice cracking with emotion. "Let me sleep alone tonight." His jaw tightens as he battles the urge to protest, trying to understand why you would push him away like this. But ultimately, he nods in defeated acceptance and turns away, hiding the rejection burning in his eyes.

Upon hearing your words, Yunho's heart clenched as if in a vise. His mind raced, trying to think of how he could manipulate the situation to his advantage.

"Can you just tell me why at least?" he pleaded with desperation. "Why don't you want to stay in bed with me?"

But you remained quiet, avoiding his gaze. The look on his face shifted from hurt to confusing, and he waited for an explanation, silently begging you to open up to him. This was new territory for both of you - you had never asked to sleep alone before.

"I just can't tonight," you finally muttered, giving him a vague excuse.

Yunho felt even more hurt by your answer. This behavior was out of character for you, and he couldn't understand why you would suddenly reject him. He sat down on the couch next to you, feeling lost and unsure of what to do next. In that moment, he realized that his manipulation tactics had failed and he needed to find another way to salvage the situation.

“Love…. Please don’t be like this… just tell me what’s wrong…”

“You scared me too much today, I don’t wanna go to sleep paranoid that your gonna do something”

A flash of fear crosses his face as he hears your words, his expression contorting into a twisted mask of guilt and fake remorse. "Doll…please," he pleads, desperation creeping into his voice. But you can see the realization dawning in his eyes, a realization that fills you with dread.

As he debates using his power on you, you can feel the tension and fear building inside of you. You know that look all too well - the look of someone about to use their powers against your will. But you refuse to back down, determined to stand your ground.

"Don't you dare," you warn him, your voice shaking with anger and defiance. He freezes and meets your gaze, his eyes filled with conflict. You can sense his desire for you, for your safety, but also his hesitation to use his power because he knows how much it upsets you.

“Don't resist me, doll," he growled in a low, dangerous tone. "Come to bed and I promise not to do anything…unpleasant." But you shook your head, fear and defiance warring within you.

"D-don't make me-" you stammered, but he couldn't help himself. The way you looked, so vulnerable and helpless in his grasp, ignited something primal in him. He had to have you, no matter the consequences.

He leaned closer, his face inches from yours, his grip on your chin unrelenting. "What if I do?" he challenged darkly. "How will you stop me then?" You whimpered, knowing all too well that he could overpower you with ease. The thought sent shivers down your spine, both from fear and a twisted sense of arousal. This was exactly why you were scared of him - because he had a power over you that you couldn't resist.

A sinister smirk stretched across his lips as he watched you cower beneath him, vulnerable and powerless. He relished in the fear that radiated off of you, like a helpless prey trapped in his grasp. With a deep chuckle, he pushed you down onto the couch and loomed over you, his eyes gleaming with dominance.

Grabbing your chin forcefully, he locked eyes with you and spoke with a chilling command. "You will come to bed with me. You will forget all about tonight when you wake up tomorrow. All you want is to be in my bed right now."

Your mind foggy and confused, you could only nod weakly in compliance. He smiled wickedly, knowing that his hold on you was unbreakable. Tenderly, he caressed your cheek before pulling you closer to him.

"Of course, my dear. Let's go to bed…"

After he got up, you followed him to the bedroom and snuggled up next to him. He smiled as he watched you drift off to sleep. He wrapped his arms around you gently, holding you tight against his body, and rested his chin on your head. He never let go of you throughout the whole night, keeping you close. When you woke up in the morning feeling a little disoriented, you barely remembered what happened last night. But he was already awake, having spent the entire night watching you sleep, holding you close to his chest

The rustling of sheets and the creaking of a bed were the first sounds you heard as you slowly woke up. You felt a gentle touch on your face, pushing some stray hairs out of your eyes. Slowly blinking them open, you saw his face hovering above yours with a soft smile.

"Hey love," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. His hand caressed your cheek as he watched you come to consciousness.

Feeling disoriented, you attempted to sit up but he gently pulled you back down. "I feel weird…" you mumbled, tilting your head in confusion. His expression changed from loving to concerned as he studied your face.

"Weird? What do you mean love?" he asked, genuine worry now evident in his tone.

"I can't remember yesterday at all," you admitted with a frown. He couldn't help but smile at your words, his concern quickly turning into playfulness.

"You really don't remember what happened yesterday?" he asked, drawing out each word in amusement. When you shook your head, he pulled you closer to him, his voice lowering to a seductive tone.

"Not a single thing?" he asked, trailing his fingers along your skin. Your breath caught at the intimate touch, and you could feel yourself becoming even more flustered.

"No…" you whispered, feeling a bit embarrassed at your lack of memory. He let out a soft chuckle before continuing his actions of running his fingers through your hair and pulling you closer with his other arm.

"Hmm…are you sure love? You don't remember anything that happened last night?" he asked suggestively.

You tried to think back but everything was blank. "Maybe I just had too much to drink and can't remember," you offered weakly. However, he shook his head at this explanation and leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours teasingly.

"No no, I don't think you had anything to drink, love," he whispered hotly, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but wonder what exactly happened last night.

“Oh..”

He lets out a predatory laugh at your response, his grip on the back of your head tightening as he forcefully pushes your face into the crook of his neck. His fingers dig into your scalp, pulling at your hair as he leans in closer.

"You don't remember anything? How convenient," he sneers, his voice dripping with malice. He relishes in the feeling of control over you, enjoying the way you are completely helpless in his grasp.

"No..I-I don't.." you stutter, struggling to speak through the pressure on your head. He presses his lips against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Well, let's put this behind us for now. I'm sure it will all come back to you later," he mocks before continuing with his true intentions. "But first, be my puppet and give me your blood. I'm quite famished."

Your eyes widen in fear at his request, but you know better than to refuse him. "B-but it's early.." you whimper, knowing that it doesn't matter what time it is to him.

He chuckles darkly at your feeble attempt to resist him. "Oh darling, when have I ever cared about time? Now be a good little doll and do as I say." You can feel his fangs grazing against your neck as he waits for your compliance, reminding you of the danger you are in under his control.

“And? I don’t care if it’s early, doll. I’m famished, and I won’t wait any longer…”His voice drips with menace as he towers over you, his sharp fangs glistening in the dim light. You feel a surge of fear and defiance rise within you as you once again deny his request for your blood.

His grip on your face tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he glares down at you with cold intensity. “Why are you being so stubborn, love? Just give me what I want. It's not difficult.”

You whimper and try to pull away from him, but he only tightens his hold on you, relishing in your fear. “Don't resist me, darling. I just want a taste of your sweet blood.”

Your heart races as you hear the menacing tone in his voice. “I can't today,” you manage to stutter out.

His irritation and impatience swell with each word you speak, and he grabs your chin forcefully to keep you from escaping his grasp. “Don't make me force you to give me what I desire.”

“I don't want to today,” you insist, trying to push back against him.

“You're becoming less and less cooperative, my sweet doll,” he growls, his tone darkening with each passing moment. “Are you truly refusing to give me your blood today?”

His patience had run thin with your constant defiance and sass. This wasn't the person he knew, who was always so compliant and respectful. But then you had to push him too far with that one word, igniting a blazing fury within him. In an instant, he slammed you down onto the bed and pinned you with his body, his eyes now glowing a menacing shade of crimson as he glared down at you.

"Say it again," he growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

"I don't have to give it to you," you retorted, unyielding in your defiance. His eyes burned even brighter with anger at your response. He couldn't believe that you were challenging him like this, behaving in a way he had never seen before.

He forcefully grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. There was a mix of anger and something else in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

"Are you daring to challenge me?" His words were like venom dripping from his lips.

"M-maybe…" Your own boldness surprised even yourself as it took a moment for his question to sink in. Did you really just challenge him? The thought both terrified and excited you.

A low growl rumbled from deep within him as he struggled to contain his rage. "You are being incredibly disobedient right now. And I do not tolerate such behavior, my love."

Your heart raced as his grip on your chin tightened, bordering on painful. But still, you couldn't back down, not now. "If you truly love me, why must I always be obedient to you?"

The tension between the two of you was palpable as he considered your words. His anger and desire clashed within him, torn between punishing your defiance or giving in to the arousal that your boldness sparked.

"Because you belong to me," he growled, his voice laced with an aggressive edge. "You have no choice but to obey me, my love. So be a good doll and give me your blood."

His statement was met with unexpected resistance from you. "So you don't actually love me?" You asked, surprising him with your boldness yet again. Did you truly doubt his feelings for you? He looked down at you, hurt etched on his face at the thought that you could question his love.

"I'm giving you one last chance," he warned, feeling his patience wearing thin. "Do not use that tone with me again, and never question my love for you. Now give me what I want."

But instead of complying, you shook your head defiantly. He couldn't take it anymore. How dare you disobey and question his authority as your owner? Without hesitation, he released your chin and pinned your wrists above your head, leaning over you in a dominating manner. His face was inches away from yours as he spoke.

"Say that again," he demanded through gritted teeth.

"Yunho, please," you pleaded, using his real name for the first time since this confrontation began. Your pleading tone caught him off guard, but it only fueled his frustration even more. You were pushing him to his limits, acting out of line as his doll.

"Don't test me," he growled, tightening his grip on your wrists. "I am losing my patience with your disobedient behavior."

His eyes narrowed as he watched you, his anger simmering just below the surface. But then your pleading tone and the look in your eyes changed something in him. His anger transformed into a fierce desire, his gaze turning predatory as he gazed at you

He let out a low growl as he caressed your cheek with rough fingers, his grip on your wrists tightening. He couldn't resist you when you were like this, offering yourself to him with such vulnerability

"Doll… give me your blood," he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.

You finally gave in, defeated, and he smirked in satisfaction. This was how it always ended with you - giving in to him.

He leaned down to place a possessive kiss on your forehead before moving to your neck. He inhaled your intoxicating scent before kissing and nibbling his way towards the spot where he wanted to sink his fangs.

As he reached the spot, his kisses turned more heated and urgent. He could feel your body responding to him, shivering under his touch.

With a smirk, he sank his fangs into your neck, savoring the taste of your sweet blood. You yelped but he held you firmly, not letting you pull away.

As he drank from you, his demeanor became even more primal and possessive. He wouldn't let anyone take you from him.

Finally, he pulled away from your neck but kept a tight grip on your wrists. Your blood still pulsed through his veins, fueling the fire within him.

His eyes fixated on the deep bite mark on your neck, trickles of blood still dripping from it. With a twisted smile, he licked the blood off your skin, relishing in the sweetness of your life force. He leaned over you, his face becoming serious once again.

"Don't tell me what to do," he growled in response to your suggestion of him going out to hunt. He released your wrists and brought his face closer to yours, his eyes darkening with hunger.

Placing a firm hand on your cheek, he caressed it with rough fingers as he gazed into your eyes. "You are my possession, my doll. I don't need to hunt when I have you. Your blood is mine to drink whenever I please."

You tried to push back against his possessive words. "Just because we're dating doesn't give you ownership over me." His grip tightened on your cheek and he let out an irritated scoff at your defiance, now fully annoyed by your attitude.

"You're my possession. I own you completely and you will do as I say. You are nothing but a toy for me to play with and I have no qualms about using you however I please." His voice was harsh and controlling, his grip on your face unrelenting as he forced you to look into his eyes.

"You don't know me at all," you spoke up, feeling both scared and confused by the sudden change in him. But he didn't seem to care as he continued to tighten his hold on you, his anger only growing.

"You dare question me? You belong to me and it's your duty to serve me. Your blood is mine to take whenever I desire it. Do you understand?" he growled, his eyes blazing with possessiveness.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered, "I don't recognize you anymore." It felt like the vampire you fell in love with had been replaced by this cruel and dominating version of Yunho. But all he could see was his own power and control, too consumed by his anger to see the pain in your words or the tears in your eyes.

"No excuses. You are mine and I will do whatever I want with you," he declared coldly, not caring about the hurt he was causing you. This was who he truly was, a manipulative and possessive vampire who saw you only as an object to fulfill his desires.

He gripped your face harder, forcing you to meet his cold and emotionless gaze as he stared down at you

“I’ve been like this the whole time love, you’re just choosing to be blindly delusional and refusing to see how things really are. You exist to be my doll. You’re my toy. I own you.”

“So you don’t love me…? I’m just a toy to you?”

He let out a sharp scoff at your words, the sound dripping with disdain. It was clear he couldn’t be bothered to consider how his biting response might cut into you, how deeply it would sting. His eyes, cold and unyielding, barely met yours as if to make it known just how little he cared in that moment. "Love?" he repeated, his voice laced with mockery as a bitter laugh escaped his lips. The word seemed almost offensive to him, a ridiculous notion that didn’t belong in the space between you. He shook his head, his tone growing colder, his amusement more biting. “How can I love a doll. I only see you as a toy. You’re nothing more than a toy that I play with and use for my own pleasure and entertainment. And dolls don’t have feelings. So why would I love you?”

“W-what…?”

A cruel smirk played on his lips as he drank in the shock and heartbreak in your eyes. He reveled in the power he held over you, enjoying how much his words were cutting you deep. Your vulnerability was like a drug to him, fueling his pleasure at the harsh truth he was about to deliver.

"That's right," he taunted, relishing in your pain. "You're nothing but a toy to me. A mere plaything for my amusement. Dolls have no feelings, so it's absurd to think I could ever have feelings for you. You'll always be just an object, used for my pleasure and discarded when I'm done."

Your trembling voice spoke up, desperate for some shred of affection from him. "But you used to tell me you loved me…you said you LOVED me." His laughter rang out cold and hollow, mocking your naïveté.

"Oh, my dear doll," he sneered. "Did you really believe those empty words? They were nothing but lies, meant to manipulate and control you. I feel nothing towards you. You're meaningless to me."

The desperation in your eyes shifted to defiance as you spoke your final plea. "Then kill me." His smile widened into a sinister grin as he leaned in close.

"Oh darling, death would be too kind for you."

“If you really feel nothing towards me then kill me!”

His words hung in the air like a heavy stone, crushing any hope or self-worth you had left. You had never expected him to be so callous and cruel, ripping away any illusion of love or care. And as his rejection settled in your mind, a numbness took over until all you could do was give up on yourself.

For a moment, he was speechless. He hadn't anticipated the depth of your pain, the way his heartless words had completely shattered you. His grip on your face loosened, guilt and regret creeping in.

But then his voice turned cold and dismissive. "Fine then, give up. It doesn't matter to me."

As you gasped for breath, jolted awake from the nightmare of reality, you found yourself crying into Yunho's arms. The only comfort in this world of heartbreak and betrayal. But even as he tried to soothe you back to sleep, the haunting words echoed in your mind, a reminder that love can be just as cruel and unforgiving as it is beautiful.

once you fell asleep again, he says with a smile on his face, "Ah, such a hopelessly naïve mortal you are. Cling, if you must, to those fragile illusions that I love you, and let your pitiful cries fill the air—oh, how delightfully insignificant they are. Dream all you like, weep as much as you will, for it changes nothing. Love? No, I could never lower myself to such a sentiment. You shall never have my heart, for it is beyond your reach, and always shall be, though you will always come crawling back to me"

Sat in the back of your sugar daddy's car you straddled his lap laying your head in the crook of his neck as he smoked a cigarette. He had just treated you to a shopping spree, letting you buy thing's from your favorite luxury brands; Chanel, Dior, Valentino. If there was something that Yunho loved was spoiling you. Sometimes you felt bad on how much he's spent on you but every time he reassures you that you shouldn't worry about it and his babydoll deserves it. 

You sat there taking in the smell of his cologne and the cigarette smoke. Tame jazz music in the back ground.

He hums along quietly listening to the music with a soft smile on his face as his eyes dart between you and the road, admiringly looking at you. Every now and then you feel his caresses on your arms, shoulders and back and your face heats up, making you feel flustered

you buried your head into his neck further hiding your blush "Thank you for the clothes Mr. Jeong"

"Of course, Baby. Anything for you." He said before a hand landed on your head, lightly scratching your head as you laid in the crook of his neck. You could feel his warm smile as his gaze was still admiring you "You look gorgeous," He spoke in a voice thick with adoration

he took another inhale of the smoke before kissing your neck a bit letting the smoke pour from his mouth as he did so

The sudden sensation on your neck made you gasp, and your eyelids sagged shut as it startled you. You were frozen for a moment before he kissed you there, sending shivers down your spine. Your face blushed anew; "Sir.." you murmured breathlessly, trying to compose yourself.

you hated when he teased you, he knew how much neck kisses turned you on

As his lips continued up and down your neck you could feel your breathing become more rapid. Your body shuddered with the anticipation, making the hand under the crook of your neck hold you close. You could hear your heart rate begin accelerating and your face heating up once more. His breath on your neck made you want to melt away

"I think my babydoll might be enjoying this~" He spoke in a whisper tone

He chuckled lightly before shifting your head with his hand, lightly holding your chin in his hand as he turned your head to look at him.

"so adorable~" He spoke in that same low and deep voice of his but with the addition of a tone of affection. He smiled gently before his lips softly pressed against yours.

you gasped taken aback from the kiss, he rarely ever kissed you on the lips even when the two of you had sex he still always kissed your neck or jaw line never touching your lips. You slowly melted into his kiss slowly kissing him back

With a small kiss on your nose, Yunho had broken the silence in the car. His eyes were gazing at you adoringly. His breathing was still heavy as he took in the sight of you. His gaze had been soft and loving but there was something about it that was different, the way he was looking at you, the soft look in his eyes, etc., everything about it was different.

"Baby doll, have I told you that I love you?" He spoke as he looked at you, his voice quiet and loving

“no..” you whispered back

“well I have now”