Just imagining going grocery shopping with Sylus as a previously independent woman who didn't need anyone. Now you have this towering white haired oaf constantly doing things for you and you're not used to it.
Pushing the shopping cart - definitely not anymore.
Loading the car - yeah, you're joking, right?
And don't get me started on taking the bags from the car to your house.
Usually, you'd load up your arms and waddle walk, because God only knew you weren't about to do two trips, keys in one hand as you walked to your apartment.
"Kitten, what are you doing?"
"Taking the groceries inside."
"But... why?"
You stand, eyebrows creased in a frown of confusion.
You tend to forget how he must have people for this, rich idiot that he is.
"Listen, I know you're loaded and all but us normal folk usually take the groceries into the house and put them away."
You loaded up your left arm with two bags and shoved the box of toilet paper under your armpit. But, the N109 leader is still stood there confused.
"Sweetie-"
"Sylus. I'm fine. Lemme lock the car and then we can-"
A loud sigh and suddenly your arms feel lighter as the bags are taken away from you gently. Your body straightened as he turns you towards the door to your apartment complex and pats your butt and you hear the car beep behind you as it's locked.
"I was going to say: sweetie, why do you still insist on doing this all alone when you have me now?"
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summary: the emperor isn't interested in his concubines, but an encounter with you is enough to change his mind.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, p in v, oral sex, praise kink, breast play, masturbation, thigh riding, mentions of exhibitionism, virginity loss
wc: 7.7k
a/n: i did imagine long-haired zayne for this (like his master of fate card!) and he just gives off emperor vibes soooo
also on ao3!
The Emperor was a peculiar man.ย
He was not a man who fancied company. When the years for marriage had passed, his royal advisors had grown increasingly anxious. All potential candidates were refused, princesses from far lands given profuse apologies and lavish gifts in hopes of quelling their anger after they had traveled such vast distances, only for the Emperor to turn them away.ย
In an effort to try and draw out the Emperorโs romantic and sexual nature, several concubines were gathered. The Emperor had never overseen this, the affair carried out in veiled whispers as his advisors had sought to dispel their desperation by pooling their efforts into securing an heir for the dynasty.ย
That was what you were told when you arrived in the palace anyways. It had been a year since you were hand-picked as a concubine, along with a few other girls who had been eager to accept when the opportunity had been provided to them.
You had only met the Emperor a handful of times, when you first been brought to the palace and during private meetings that had been scheduled. He had never touched you or any of the other girls, had never sought after pleasure or secured an heir, much to the chagrin of Imperial staff. Like any other person, you thought it was odd.ย
Part of you felt as though you were wasting away in this palace, days spent outside by the pretty gardens and overlooking the fish in the ponds, entertaining stray cats or inside, like you were now.
You stare down at the steaming water in the teapot, watching as the tea leaves stain the water. The blurry reflection of your face looks back up at you and thereโs a soft sigh escaping you, wondering what mightโve been if you hadnโt been chosen.
Such thoughts are lost when a short, stout man comes hobbling in. He grabs at your arm, teacup filled with hot tea tipping to the side. You wince when the hot liquid lands against your skin, burning you.
โThe Emperor needs tea,โ the eunuch hisses, pulling another set of teaware from the shelves as he tugs you closer.
โWhy does that involve me?,โ you ask, trying to free yourself so you can soothe your irritated skin under cool water.
โYou will deliver it to him,โ he says, fiddling with your robes and straightening out the fabric to make you look more presentable.
โHave another one of the girls-โ you begin to complain, shrinking away when he sends you a glare.
You huff out a breath, making sure the pin in your hair is in place. Thereโs no time to tend to the burn on your forearm, the reddened skin hidden by the sleeves of your robes as the eunuch passes you the tray.ย
Sending him a glare of your own, you donโt stay behind to be chastised. Feet padding against the floor, you pass through the courtyard and hallway. Imperial guards stand outside the Emperorโs quarters and you bow your head, stating your business.ย
One of the guards opens the doors and you suck in a sharp breath, gathering your confidence as you step inside the Emperorโs quarters.ย
Itโs a familiar place. The room is large, scrolls stacked upon shelves tucked against the walls, decorative screens partitioning the entrance to where his bed was placed. You swallow nervously, eyes blinking about.
You canโt seem to find the Emperor. Deciding to step forward, youโre pushing your luck, sticking your head outside the open doors at the other end of his quarters. It opens into a private courtyard, greenery pruned to perfection.
Thereโs a frown pulling at your lips when you canโt see him. Perhaps he had left? Just as youโre about to give up, a man clears his throat.
You jolt in place, tea sloshing as you struggle to keep a hold on the tray. Whirling around, you find the Emperor standing there, his arms crossed over his chest.
Thereโs a curse entering your mind, placing the tea tray down on a table nearby before your knees are bending, meeting the floor as you bow in a seated position.
โPlease forgive me, your majestyโ you breathe out, eyes squeezing shut.ย
You would rather not feel the wrath of the Emperor.
โI did not ask for tea,โ he says bluntly.
โThe- the eunuch insisted,โ you supply lamely.
The Emperor only sighs and your eyes are peeking open, head tilting slightly as you try to get a glimpse of his expression.ย
โYou may stand,โ he murmurs, waving his hand.
You do as he says, stumbling to your feet, teeth gritting together when the cloth of your robes rubs against the still fresh burn on your forearm.
He takes a seat on a cushioned mat and youโre standing awkwardly, trying to taper down your fidgeting as the pain flares up again.
โIs something the matter?โ the Emperor asks when he sees your inability to stand still.ย
You shake your head, biting the inside of your cheek. The Emperor only stares at you, unimpressed. His gaze drags over you and your cheeks are flushing in embarrassment.ย
โSit,โ he says suddenly, pointing to the space across from him.
โI-โ you begin to refuse, restless to get out of this stifling place and tend to the burn that was currently beginning to sting.
โSit, or will you refuse an Imperial command?โ
To refuse an Imperial command is to forfeit oneโs life. Itโs why youโre sitting down in a flurry and looking everywhere at everything except him.ย
โArm,โ he murmurs, holding his hand out.
You extend your arm towards his hand without question. He hums when he brushes the sleeves away, moving your arm closer to his eyes so he can examine the burn. The Emperorโs lithe fingers prod at the edges of your reddened skin, and a whimper slips out of you, the tender skin sensitive.
He pulls away from you and your eyes are darting towards the doors, wondering whether it would be worth it to make a break for it. The Emperor returns soon after, a small pot in his hand, containing some sort of salve.
โYour majesty, it is beneath you to tend to such a matter,โ you remind him, feeling his cool fingers wrap around your arm again.
โPerhaps so, but I happen to take interest in the ailments of the body,โ he replies, spreading the salve against your skin.
So the rumors were true then. Many spoke of the Emperorโs affinity for the study of medicine. You had assumed he wouldโve taken more interest in other pursuits such as hunting, but it appeared the Emperor valued intellect above all else.ย
As the salve soothes your skin, you find your gaze slipping over him. Pale skin, intelligent eyes framed by dark eyelashes, a strong nose and long hair tied back neatly, there was no doubt that the Emperor was a handsome man.ย
His eyes flick up to meet yours, his own gaze dipping over you once again. You feel as though youโre being scrutinized, so youโre sitting up straighter, trying to not present yourself as a mess.
โHe sent you here to entice me,โ the Emperor explains, beginning to wrap your wound using a thin, silken cloth.
โOh. Is- is it working?โ you ask tentatively.
โIf you consider making a fool of yourself enticing, then maybe so,โ he says, the side of his mouth curling up as amusement flashes through his eyes.
Thereโs a sharp scoff leaving you, arm tugging free from his grasp. The bandages are tight around your arm and you send him a frown, placing your hands in your lap.
โYou take liberties that others do not,โ he sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.
โI apologize, your majesty,โ you whisper, head hanging low. He was right, you were taking liberties.ย
โZayne,โ he says, opening a scroll.
โYour- your majesty?โ you reply, confusion flitting across your face.
โZayne,โ he repeats, not bothering to even spare you a glance โyou may address me by my name.โ
You hold your tongue in return, eyes narrowing as you stare at the Emperor. It must be a trick of some sort, you think, a ploy to make you slip up, and just like the traitors of the Empire, your head would be severed from your neck.ย
โYou would distrust my own command?โ he asks, sensing your hesitation.
โI never said such a thing!โ you protest, exasperation spreading across your face.
Sitting in place, you pout to yourself, tracing random shapes onto the cushioned mat. Zayne ignores your presence and it has you fidgeting even more, a huff of air leaving you.ย
The Emperor only continues to read the scroll in his hands. Pouring out some tea, you decide to indulge yourself. Your face contorts when you taste the now lukewarm liquid. Itโs hardly enjoyable. Letting out another deep sigh, your body sags. Thereโs nothing for you to do here, the Emperor wonโt carry a conversation and you only find that youโre making a fool of yourself even more.
โShall I leave?โ you ask him, feeling hopeful that you might be able to escape.
Zayne shakes his head.ย
โStay a little while. It would do good for my advisors to think they have succeeded.โ
โSucceeded?โ you echo, brows furrowing.
โThey expect an heir,โ he sighs, setting down the scroll to give you his full attention, โsurely you are aware of myโฆ aversion to the entire matter.โ
โI cannot say I understand,โ you murmur, โyou need an heir, and an illegitimate heir is an heir nonetheless.โ
โThe duty will be fulfilled when I am ready,โ he says firmly.
Your head tilts at that, eyes narrowing. When he was ready? There would be no reason for the Emperor to not be ready.
โOther noblemen take pleasure in using womenโs bodies,โ you mutter, peering over at him, โit is strange that you have not yet touched any one of us.โ
โYou wish for me to use you?โ Zayne asks, raising his brows.ย
โN- no! I just meant, it is odd that an Emperor whose rule has granted him anything he may possibly desire chooses not to engage in anything,โ the words come out of you in a rush, your cheeks flushing.ย
โAnd have you engaged in anything?โ he shoots back, his eyes sharp.
Admitting your own virginity wasnโt on your plan of things to do today. Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment, eyes averted to the side. Your silence is answer enough, and Zayne sighs, his fingers rubbing at his temples.
โI did not ask for concubines,โ he says quietly, โand so, I do not expect you to serve me in such a fashion.โ
โYou may leave,โ he says after a few moments, standing up with you.
Your head tilts, teeth worrying into your lower lip as he stares down at you.
โIt appears you care for me,โ he murmurs, his hand lifting to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
Your heart flutters at the unexpected action, eyes widening when he touches you.
โOnly for the dynasty,โ you breathe out.
Zayne lets out a low laugh at that. He gives you a faint smile and your heart stutters in your chest. You donโt think youโve ever seen a man look so ethereal, but such is the favor of the gods.
Itโs probably why youโre leaning forward, hands reaching to fix the crumpled collar of his silk robes. He stiffens under your touch and you pretend as though you donโt notice. Your fingers graze his skin and his hand curls around your wrist, stopping your movements.
โI shall expect you here in a weekโs time,โ he says.
โA weekโs time,โ you nod, feeling his fingers touch the cloth wrapped around your burn.
The Emperor lowers his head, his fingers gripping your chin gently so he can stare into your eyes more intently. He seems lost in thought as he swipes his thumb over your chin, his head nearing until you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.ย
Itโs almost too much for your racing heart. Your already half-lidded eyes are slipping shut, lips parting as you lean in closer, waiting for him to kiss you. But it never comes and your eyes flutter open to see Zayne staring down at you with a hint of mirth in his eyes. He was making a fool of you yet again.ย
To preserve whatever dignity you have left, youโre pulling away, freeing yourself from his suffocating grasp. Bowing in deference, you donโt look back to see his expression, pushing past the doors as you leave his quarters.
Almost immediately, youโre met with the eunuch from earlier.
โWell?โ he asks, his cheeks puffed with exertion as he tries to keep up with the pace youโve set in an attempt to escape questioning.
โNothing happened,โ you reply curtly, looking back to see the short man totter after you.
โNothing?โ he repeats, voice laced with irritation, โnot even-โ his voice lowers, mindful of the other staff working in the palace, โhe did not even touch you?โย
You shake your head. He doesnโt need to know that the Emperor had indeed touched you; tended to your burn even, that you were hoping the Emperor would hold you close and kiss you, and he most certainly didnโt need to know about your little displays of insolence.ย
The eunuch soon loses interest in you, grumbling curses under his breath as you retire to your own chambers shared with the other girls. Itโs no secret that many of them have become bored with the Emperorโs apathetic outlook, some turning their charms to try and garner the affections of noblemen at court.
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Itโs raining the day youโre meant to meet the Emperor.ย
You step inside his chambers when the guards permit you, your hands clasped in front of you.
โYour majestyโ you bend at the waist, bowing.
Zayne hums in response, striding closer to you. His fingers lift your arm, undoing the gauze to uncover your injury. The salve he had applied to your skin had soothed the burn, and it had begun to heal nicely.ย
โI told you to address me by my name,โ he reminds you, his brows furrowed in concentration as he examines your skin, โmust I remind you again, or will phrasing it as an Imperial command suffice?โ
Your mouth opens automatically to retort sharply. He looks at you, brows raised. Spending more time in his presence has only vexed you, irritation making you almost forget who you were with. Mouth clamping shut, you send him a tight-lipped smile.ย
โForgive me,โ you say begrudgingly, โZayne.โ
โBetter,โ he murmurs.
You donโt know whether heโs referring to your obedience or the state of your wound.ย
โIt will scar,โ Zayne continues, turning your arm so that he can see your skin in better light.
โBadly?โ you ask, a frown tugging at your lips.
โMore salve will lessen the effect,โ he says, finally letting go of your arm.
You release a breath you didnโt realize you were holding. The Emperor stares at you, his gaze unwavering. It has you wishing that you hadnโt listened to his request at all. The palace physician would have more than likely provided you with the necessary treatment, and yet here you were, being tended to by the Emperor of all people.
โDo you wish for me to repay you?โ the words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.
โDid we not already have this conversation?โ he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
โI had assumed-โ
โDo not assume anything.โ
Zayneโs voice has hardened, the slight softness in his eyes no longer present. Youโve overstepped. He pulls away from you, turning his back to you as he walks towards the open doors of his quarters. Rain wets the inside, the mats on the floor darkening but the Emperor doesnโt seem to care.
Feeling like a scolded child, you trail after him.
โForgive me,โ you whisper, keeping your gaze trained on the floor.
It seems to be all that youโre doing now. Apology after apology after apology. Itโs a miracle you havenโt yet been executed for your impertinence.ย
He turns to face you, his hand lifting. For a moment you think heโs about to slap you, a grimace settling on your face as you await the stinging punishment. Instead, all you feel is his hand on your head, petting you like you were some sort of unruly cat.
Zayneโs fingers begin to slip and you can feel the soft tips of his fingers graze the side of your face, traveling lower as he traces your jawline. You hold still, eyes wide with anticipation. He doesnโt stop, his fingers dragging down the length of your neck, parting your robes until you feel his fingers swipe across your collarbone.ย
โYou are stubborn,โ he says softly, โsteadfast and oddly endearing. Perhaps I should keep you by my side.โ
You stare up at him, jaw slackening, baffled.ย
โI thought you would appreciate it,โ he murmurs, the sharpness in his eyes returning, โjust moments ago you were offering yourself to me.โ
Itโs a struggle to bite back the whimper that so eagerly wants to escape when his fingers drag lower, skimming across the soft skin of the tops of your breasts. His other hand plays with the knot tied at the side, nimble fingers untying the only thing keeping your robes together. The soft fabric slips from your shoulders and you find yourself in front of the Emperor, breasts bared.
He lets out a low hum, both of his hands coming to cup your breasts. Your teeth have been biting into your lip so hard that you can taste the tang of blood on your tongue. Zayne swipes his thumbs over your nipples and you find yourself unable to rip free from his wandering touch.ย
โShould you not tell me to stop?โ the Emperor asks, his face nearing yours.
Thereโs no will left in you to answer, a sharp gasp escaping you when he pinches your nipples to punctuate his question. The sensation only adds to the wetness pooling between your thighs.
โPlease,โ you whimper, the desperation clear in your eyes, โplease, Zayne.โ
โI may have the favor of the gods, but I cannot foresee your desires,โ he whispers, the tip of his nose brushing yours, โtell me. What is it you want?โ
โKiss,โ you manage out, โkiss me, please.โ
The Emperorโs hands havenโt stopped their exploration, squeezing and groping at your breasts. Zayne lowers his head, forehead pressing against yours as you mewl and whimper under the onslaught of his caressing touches. The ache between your thighs has become unbearable with the way he plays with your nipples. He tugs and pinches, thumbs swiping over your areolas to grant you reprieve before rolling your nipples between his fingers again.ย
โWantonness has made you far more polite,โ he whispers, lips brushing against yours.
Itโs not a kiss, and youโre squirming in frustration with the way the Emperor is stringing you along, driving you to the edge of pleasure and yet refusing to grant you what you desire the most.ย
โI- I can be even more polite,โ you mumble pathetically, hands curling into his robes.
You chase after his lips, brows furrowing when he draws up to his full height, smiling down at you. Lips jutting out into a pout, you stand on the tips of your toes, trying to tug him back down so you can kiss him. Itโs a futile endeavor, the Emperor only manages to evade all of your attempts to draw him into a kiss.ย
โI shall look forward to it,โ Zayne murmurs, his lips pressing against your forehead gently.
Thereโs no way to discern what exactly is going through the Emperorโs mind. He no longer continues with his lustful touches, pulling away with a final caress of your breasts as he pulls your loosened robes over your shoulders again. You can only watch with dazed eyes, frozen in place as he helps redo the knot holding your robes together, covering you up properly so that unnecessary slivers of skin arenโt showing anymore.ย
โDo you do this with the others?โ you ask, eyes finding his.
โDoes the thought make you jealous?โ
You frown at his retort, sending him a glare, โthe Emperor may do as he wishes,โ you grumble.
Itโs hard to hide the jealousy that underlies your words. You want to be the only person he touches, to be the object of his affections. Itโs a selfish desire to want the Emperor to need you only, but you canโt help yourself, envy flaring up inside of you at the thought of him touching another woman the way he touches you.ย
โYou are the first to elicit such a reaction from me,โ Zayne says, his fingers tilting your head so he can stare into your eyes more directly.
Letting out an irritated huff, you feel irked by his subtle way of trying to please you. He doesnโt reply to your display of irritation, nudging his forehead against yours as though trying to convey his affection.ย
โGo now,โ he whispers, petting your hair again before heโs moving away, turning his back to you as he returns to peer out at the rain that falls outside.
You have half the mind to call him out on his behavior, but the reminder of your position is the stifling reality in which you live in. Despite his gaze elsewhere, you bow to him, turning on your heel to leave.
Thankfully, there are no lurking eunuchs to question your brief stay in the Emperorโs quarters. The palace staff donโt pay you any mind as you return to your chambers, and you explain to the other girls that you feel sick.ย
The whimpers that spill from your mouth are muffled by the pillow that youโve pressed your face into, the fingers of one hand rubbing at your clit and the other hand pinching at your nipples as you try to mimic the way the Emperor had touched you. With the image of Zayneโs face ingrained into your mind, it doesnโt take long, a soft moan escaping into the quiet of your chambers as you come apart on your fingers.ย
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Youโre spying on the Emperor.ย
The past year had been plenty of time to explore the palace and figure out the little passageways that werenโt well known. Perhaps you were just as bad as his advisors that were intent on prying into Zayneโs private life, but you just couldnโt help yourself.ย
Itโs why youโre here now, hovering outside his quarters, pretending to take great interest in the portraits that line the halls. Every now and then, your eyes flick over to where the guards stand, trying to discern whether anyone was entering or leaving his chambers.ย
You almost feel pathetic for acting in such a way, but he was the only thing you could think about. Visiting the gardens had grown dull, despite the leaves turning into pretty shades of orange and red in the autumn air, thoughts of the Emperor taking root in the crevices of your mind instead.ย
โMy grandfather,โ a deep voice breaks through your thoughts.
You donโt have to look to know who it is.
โHandsome,โ you mutter, taking a step closer to examine the portrait genuinely this time.
โMy guards have complained about a woman hiding in the hallways,โ Zayne says, his hand falling onto your shoulder.
โI did not realize it was an offense to admire fine art,โ you shoot back.
โThere are far finer things in this palace,โ he murmurs, stepping forward until youโve been backed up against the wall.
Itโs becoming more and more apparent to you that the Emperor must be suffering some sort of illness to the mind. You struggle to come up with a reason as to why his arm curls around your waist, whilst he presses himself closer.ย
You try and push at his firm chest, but he doesnโt budge.
โPeople will see,โ you whisper heatedly, eyes darting to the sides despite Zayne being so close that you can hardly see anything but him.
โSo let them.โ
Zayne reaches out, his hand cupping your cheek. You stiffen under the sudden touch, eyes widening when his thumb brushes over your skin.
โWhy are you doing this?โ you whisper, frowning.
โIs my mind not allowed to change?โ he asks in return, head lowering until his forehead is pressed against yours.
โI am far more concerned that you have lost your mind.โ
The Emperor lets out a deep chuckle and you think the air around you both has somehow grown thicker with how lightheaded youโre feeling.
โI assure you, I am still of sound mind.โ
His nose brushes against yours, and you rise to meet the challenge, nose nudging against his gently. The heat of his body is intoxicating, his arm tightening around your waist as he exhales. Your eyes flutter shut, anticipating the feeling of his lips against yours.
Itโs not to be, not when an Imperial guard insists on interrupting your moment with the Emperor.
โIs this woman bothering you?โ the guard asks, his gaze dragging over you with obvious disregard.ย
The utter nerve. Eye twitching, you ready yourself to snap back but Zayneโs squeeze to your waist has you staying silent.
โShe was feeling ill,โ Zayne lies steadily.ย
The Emperorโs mask of cool indifference slips over him easily, his lips pulled thin as he speaks to the guard.ย
โI shall escort her to the physician,โ the guard offers, his hand reaching for you.
Zayne pulls you out of reach before the guard can touch you, tucking you against his side.
โNo need,โ Zayne says, โI shall take her myself.โ
You can almost hear the nervous gulp that the guard takes, his face paling at the Emperorโs stony disposition. Unfortunately, you donโt get long to revel in the satisfaction that spreads through your body when Zayne reprimands the guard.
Zayne tugs you along, his hand wrapped around your wrist. It appears the Emperor knows of the passages as well, and a few twists and turns later you find yourself back in the Emperorโs quarters, having bypassed the Imperial guards.
โDid you see his face?โ you snicker, looking over at Zayne.
Your smile fades when he doesnโt reply, the grip on your wrist almost painful without how firmly his hand is still holding onto you.
โZayne? Are you-โ
You nearly trip over your own feet when he suddenly pulls you closer. Zayneโs lips are slotting over yours, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he kisses you. Thereโs a small noise of surprise coming from you, eyes widening before they flutter shut, your body lulled into submission with the feverish kisses Zayne gives you.
He groans into your mouth and you cling to his robes, rising up on the tips of your toes to meet his kisses better. The Emperor mightโve been starved with the way heโs kissing you, his lips firm and insistent against yours whilst he holds you in place.ย
Zayne pulls away after a while, and youโre completely and utterly dazed, chest heaving as soft pants fill the space between you both.
โWill you have me?โ he whispers, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek.
No man has ever spoken such words to you. Your breath catches in your throat, heart clenching uncomfortably in your chest. As the Emperor, he shouldnโt say such a thing.ย
โIt is beneath you to ask,โ you murmur, averting your gaze.
โAnd yet, I am asking,โ Zayne replies, his hands maneuvering your head until you have no choice but to look into his eyes.
Letting out an irritated huff, as though he had somehow inconvenienced you, you lean forward and press a chaste kiss against his lips. You canโt bring yourself to say the words out loud, feeling uncharacteristically shy as you shift on the spot.
โI see.โ
Zayneโs surging towards you again, lips crashing onto yours. You whimper, hands scrabbling at his shoulders as you press yourself closer. His arms are wrapping around your waist, keeping you flush against him as he ravages your mouth.
His tongue is teasing your lower lip, coaxing it open. You have no choice but to obey, letting out a muffled moan when his tongue slides deeper into your mouth, his hand pulling at the pin holding your hair together.ย
You squeak when he picks you up, his lips trailing burning kisses down your neck as he nudges the partition blocking his way to his bed. Zayne undoes the knot holding your robes together before long, your thighs straddling his hips as you sit perched on his lap once he sits down on his bed.
โHave you really never given yourself to anyone?โ Zayne asks quietly, his fingers tracing across the soft skin of your shoulders.
You nod, body leaning forward to chase after his touch as his fingers find their way back down to your nipples, rolling the pebbled buds between the pads of his fingers.
โH- have you?โ you ask, biting your lip as he presses heated kisses against your collarbone.
He shakes his head, lips drifting lower and lower, until your body twitches as his lips enclose around your nipple. A whimper leaves you, and Zayne grows bolder with his movements, sucking harshly as his tongue swirls around your nipple, flicking the little bud in his mouth.
Your hands have drifted into his hair, pulling free the band that holds his long locks together. His dark hair runs past his shoulders, the strands soft under your touch as you pull at his hair, moaning as he continues his exploration across your chest.
Zayne looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, spit-slick lips dragging across your chest to pepper kisses against your other breast, his mouth enveloping your nipple yet again. He lets out a low groan and you whine, pulling at his robes desperately to pull them off.
โOh,โ you breathe out when he lets you, biting your lip at the sight of his bare chest and abdomen.
Your fingers spread across his chest eagerly, mapping out the expanse of his skin. Thereโs a sly smile spreading across your face when you see his cheeks flush pink as your fingers drag lower, past his navel.
โEnjoying yourself?โ he asks hoarsely, his head tipping back.
โShould I not?โ you whisper, fingers delving lower until you can feel his hardness through his robes.
You rub your hand against the bulge experimentally, eyes lighting up when he lets out a grunt. Face tucking into the crook of his neck, your breasts squished against his chest, you place hungry kisses against his neck, palming at his bulge.
The Emperor tugs at your hair, pulling your head back. You stare up at him, meeting him in the middle when he leans forward, sharing a sloppy kiss. His hands squeeze at your waist and you shift in his lap, letting him undress you completely.
Nervousness flits across your face as he stares at your bare body, hands leaving him to cover yourself up. He grabs your hands before you can, placing a soft kiss to your jaw.
โYou are beautiful,โ he whispers, lips drifting to kiss the shell of your ear.
A shy smile pulls at your lips and he squeezes your waist again. Your brows furrow when he jostles you, making you straddle his thigh instead.
โI want to watch,โ Zayne says, his fingers dimpling into the fat of your thighs.
โWatch?โ you echo, head tilting in question.
โI want to watch you come undone,โ he clarifies, gripping your hips as he guides you into grinding against his thigh.
A strangled noise leaves you and he pats your hip, satisfied. Youโre so aroused that your slick has begun to wet his silken robes, the fabric darkening as you roll your hips, dragging your pussy against his thigh.
โI- I want to watch you too,โ you gasp out.
Zayne obliges and you watch as he pulls his cock free. The sight is almost enough to have you coming on his covered thigh. His fingers wrap around his cock and you whine, hips rolling faster.
โIs it to your satisfaction?โ he murmurs.
You nod rapidly. It is. Youโve never seen one before, but you just know Zayneโs is pretty compared to the others. His cock is thick, flushed prettily at the tip to match the blush on his cheeks and you lick your lips, wondering what it might feel like in your mouth.ย
โAnother time,โ Zayne says, smiling when he sees the expression on your face.
Itโs entrancing to watch the way his hand drags up and down his cock, his long fingers wrapped around himself. Globs of pre-cum bead at the tip, wetting his hands and his cock, creating a sinful sound.
Unable to help yourself, you tilt your head, tongue lolling out as you let your own spit drip down onto his cock. You hum in delight when his thighs twitch, your eyes peering into his as you drag your cunt against his thigh, clit catching on the fabric of his robes just right.ย
โI did not know my concubine was so depraved,โ he murmurs, his hand kneading the flesh at your hip roughly.
You give him a dopey smile, eyes slipping back down to watch his hand move around his cock whilst you rock your hips. Head falling against his shoulder, your lips drag across his chest, landing soft kisses against his skin before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, nipping his skin lightly.
Airy sounds fill the air, his quiet moans and your soft whimpers emanating in his quarters.ย
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you press yourself closer, guiding his head into another kiss. Itโs messy, his tongue licking into your mouth with no hesitation. Zayneโs pulling apart suddenly, his previous desire of watching you come undone on your thigh forgotten as he manhandles your body, making you lay down against his bed.
The Emperor kisses you over and over, and your head is swirling, trying to keep up whilst his fingers have found their way down to your pussy, rubbing your wetness across the sensitive flesh before he finds your clit. All it takes is one firm press of his thumb, your thighs twitching violently as you grasp at the sheets, moaning loudly as you come.
He smiles against your lips, granting you one last kiss before he directs his attention elsewhere, his face disappearing between your thighs.
โZ-Zayne!โ you squeal, pushing at his head, trying to get him to stop as the overstimulation becomes too much.
The Emperor ignores you in favor of thumbing apart your folds, his eyes trained on your clit.
โPrettyโ he whispers, the pads of his fingers stroking over your clit gently, โand so, so swollen.โ
It has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and he kisses the inside of your thighs, edging closer to your pussy, letting out a low breath, the air hitting your exposed pussy.
He groans when you tug at his hair, and you writhe, trying to somehow free yourself from the onslaught of his tongue as he laves over your pussy, pressing sloppy kisses against your skin, his lips latching onto your swollen clit. Zayneโs tongue flicks against the sensitive bud, teasing you.
Something between a moan and a scream climbs its way out your throat, the sound ringing in through his chambers as you come again, thighs firmly squeezing his head. Your eyes widen when you realize the guards are still outside the doors, panic flaring through your body as you scramble to sit up.
Zayneโs hand slides over your mouth before you can get anything out, the stern look in his eyes making you go still. The rapping of the guardโs knuckles against the door has you rigid, eyes widening in alarm as he begins to move his tongue yet again.ย
You glare at Zayne, tugging at his hair roughly to make it hurt as you attempt to get his mouth off of you. Zayne only gives you a hazy look, looking utterly gone as he presses his face deeper into your cunt. Itโs a struggle to keep the noises in, your body shaking as his nose rubs into your clit and his tongue fucks in and out of your aching hole.ย
โYour majesty?โ An urgent voice calls out from behind the door, and you can hear the faint scuffling noises of the guardsโ boots.ย
โSomeone get this door open!โ another voice hisses, the sliding doors rattling soon after.
The Emperor grunts into your cunt, raising up finally. The sight of him is nearly enough to make you come for a third time. Zayne is utterly disheveled, his cheeks pink and the lower half of his face glistening with your slick.ย
You watch as he runs his hand through his hair, biting your lip as you let your gaze wander, catching on his cock once again. He looks painfully hard, cum smeared across his skin and drool is pooling in your mouth. Getting onto your knees, you crawl forward eager to envelop it in your mouth.
The tip makes its way into your mouth for a brief moment and you can barely suck when Zayne is yanking you off of his cock, his hand curled into your hair.ย
โEverything is fine,โ the Emperor snaps, narrowing his eyes when you pout.
โWe heard-โ
โI said,โ Zayneโs voice grows louder, โeverything is fine.โ
You think he might take out his wrath on you with the way he grips your cheeks roughly, planting another kiss to your lips. Heโs manhandling you yet again, pushing at your shoulders to make you lie down as he settles his hips between your thighs.
Zayneโs cum smears against your skin and you whimper when the fat tip of his cock nudges against your clit. He lands a gentler kiss to your cheek, his hand cupping your cheek as you squirm under him, whimpering as he grinds his cock against your cunt.
โGood girl,โ he murmurs, his face pressing into the crook of your neck as he lets his cock slide up and down against your folds, โmy good girl.โ
โYours,โ you agree, cheek squishing against the pillow, โall yours.โ
โI want to see you like this all the time,โ Zayne confesses, his hand grasping his cock to press it firmly against your cunt, coating it with your arousal, โall flustered and needyโฆ perhaps I am losing my sanity.โ
You need him inside of you. The emptiness in your pussy has made you all too aware, hips bucking with every drag of his heavy cock.
โMore,โ you whisper, voice slurring, โZayne, I want more.โ
Zayne draws back slightly and you watch as he squeezes his cock, pre-cum dripping steadily onto your thigh. He reaches for your hand, fingers lacing with yours.
โReady?โ he murmurs.
You nod, swallowing down your nervousness. He presses his cock into your hole and the stretch is uncomfortable, a pained whimper leaving you as Zayne guides his cock into you.ย
โA little more,โ he coaxes, kissing your forehead to try and distract you from the initial stretch.
He finally pushes his entire cock in, and you feel as though the air has been punched out of your lungs. Zayne fills you up so perfectly, his cock snug inside your cunt, the emptiness from earlier disappearing almost immediately.
It appears you have affected him just as much, his eyes squeezed shut as he pants into the crook of your neck, trying to get used to the wet heat of your cunt.ย
โPerfect,โ he mutters mindlessly, and you can feel the twitch of his cock from inside of you, โso- so perfect and warm and tight.โ
A hazy smile drifts across your face, legs locking tighter around his hips as your pussy clenches around him.
Zayne lets out a ragged gasp, and you know he can feel it. His eyes bore into yours, brows pulled together in annoyance at your little tease.
โLittle minx,โ he hisses.
Itโs you that gasping this time when he draws his hips back, nails clawing at his back as he thrusts into you. His cock is stretching you out, over and over, as he tries to press it in deeper, trying to carve a path from your pussy to your heart.
โToo- too much!โ you wail, arms wrapping around his neck to cling onto him.
โDo you want the guards to hear?โ Zayne murmurs against your ear, his hips slowing slightly.
Through the haze of it all, your head turns, eyes finding his. The truth is, you wouldnโt exactly be opposed to the idea. Zayne can see the flash of interest in your eyes and he lets out a hoarse laugh, shaking his head.
โI should have taken you sooner,โ he mutters, his fingers squeezing at your hips, โkept you close to me from the beginning.โ
You preen at the thought, pressing sloppy kisses against his jaw, feeling his cock drag in and out of you.
โNext time, I shall take you on my throne.โ
Your movements pause, eyes widening as he whispers those words, his lips brushing across yours.
โNot like that-โ you begin to say, cheeks flushing deeper as you imagine him taking you on his throne, his hips rutting into yours like they were now.
โWhy not?โ he asks, โShall I command it? Have-โ Zayne lets out a shuddering breath โhave my entire court watch as my pretty, little concubine loses her mind, drunk on my cock as I claim her atop my throne?โ
You moan unabashedly, cunt clenching around him tightly. Zayne grunts, his hips stuttering when at the feeling of your walls tightening before heโs gripping your thigh, his chest flush against yours as he picks up the pace.
Itโs no secret that the guards must have heard what was happening inside, your loud moans most likely drifting through the wood of the doors. Both you and the Emperor donโt seem to care, lost in the blur of lust that swirls between you both.
โDeeper,โ you mumble, pouting up at him, โneed- need you closer, Zayne.โ
โYou are going to be the death of me,โ Zayne mutters, dropping his weight on top of you.
You mewl in delight, the feeling of his body against yours deliciously warm. He hikes your thighs up a little higher, hips pressing deeper until you gasp. You can feel his balls pressed snugly against your ass, his cock as deep inside of you as it could go.
โTake it,โ he whispers, his hand beginning to stroke your hair as he moves his hips. Short, sharp thrusts that serve to bury his cock into your cunt the way you want, โtake it, my love.โ
My love. Skin against skin. His hand stroking your hair gently. Girthy cock filling you up perfectly.
The sensations mixed with his affection are too much, pulling at your heart uncomfortably until you let out a sniffle, staring up at him with glassy eyes.
Concern passes through his eyes when he hears you sniffle, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb swipes away a stray tear that beads at the corner of your eye.
โAm I hurting you?โ Zayne asks softly.
You shake your head, lips trembling even more at his display of concern.ย
โI just like you a lot is all,โ you whisper, sniffling quietly.
โI like you too,โ Zayne replies in kind, his lips pressing soft kisses against your cheek, โand I take care of whatโs mine.โ
He leans down, lips pressing against yours in a tender kiss. Your tears wet his cheeks as he keeps you there, kissing you gently whilst his hips roll into you.
โLet go for me, my loveโ he murmurs, and youโre clenching around him again, feeling his hand sneak its way between your bodies as his thumb rubs against your clit.
You whimper, head pressing back as you arch your back, the sensation of his cock and his fingers driving you further and further to the edge until he latches his mouth onto your breast, catching your nipple between his teeth. He bites down and a broken moan fills the air, body shuddering as you come on his cock.
โOh fuck,โ Zayne grits out when he feels the harsh clench of your cunt around his cock.
You can feel him bury his face into your chest and you reach up weakly, running your fingers through his hair. Itโs enough to have him letting out a guttural noise against your chest, his fat cock twitching as his thick cum floods your pussy.
The Emperor lays on top of you, both of your bodies loosened completely. You whimper when he pulls out of you, his cum beginning to leak out from your cunt. Zayne stares at the sight for a moment, entranced, before pulling you closer, letting you press your face into his chest as he kisses your forehead.ย
โEveryone will know by now,โ you whisper.
โThey will,โ he agrees, his fingers prying your face away from where it hides.
Zayne peers down into your eyes, a faint smile playing across his lips as he swipes his thumbs against your skin.
โStay here with me,โ he says quietly, โby my side.โ
You laugh softly at his proposition.
โI am your concubine,โ you murmur, reaching up to curl your hand around his wrist, โnothing more.โ
โYou will be more,โ Zayne insists, his voice hardening, ย โI will have you.โ
โYour advisors would not allow it!โ you protest, eyes turning glassy again.
โDesperation will make them vulnerable to acceptance,โ he retorts, his body pressing closer as though to keep you tethered to him, hands tightening around your cheeks.
โI am the Emperor,โ he continues, forehead pressing against yours as his eyes bore into yours, โyou said it yourself. I may do as I wish, and what I wish for is for you to be by my side.โ
You swallow harshly, blinking up at him when you hear the sternness of his voice. He doesnโt give you a chance to reply, kissing you desperately.
โStay with me, my loveโ he whispers again, stealing kiss after kiss from you.
โOkay,โ you relent, sinking into his embrace and returning his kisses just as desperately, โokay.โ
The Emperor holds you close to his chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly. The heat of his body has your eyes drooping shut, his lips brushing over your forehead as he whispers sweet promises of his love.
Outside, far away from the warmth of loveโs embrace, the first fall of snow has begun to drift from the sky.
The room was quiet, a little too quiet given the fact that a colleague was currently reviewing a post-op complication that spiraled.
Zayne sighed, adjusting the cuffs of his coat. He was listeningโor he was trying to, anyway.
But it was hard to focus when just hours earlier you were curled up against his chest, skin-to-skin. You were so tired, barely even half-awake when he accidentally woke you up while getting ready for work and you murmured a soft "good luck."
He shifted in his seat, quickly blinking, as if that might help him concentrate.
Then his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was barely noticeable. Probably because Zayne tended to ignore any personal texts at work. So he left it at that.
But then it buzzed again.
He let out a small breath through his nose before discreetly slipping his phone out of his pocket. It was just to silence his notifications, but when he saw your name, he paused.
Two new notifications.
Zayne's gaze drifted up, then back down. He shouldn't be checking his messages right now, but it was you. With a hesitant tap, he opened your messages.
You: Found your love bites
You: [1 image attached]
His breath hitched.
Hickeys.
Four, to be exact.
His eyes roved over the image, his chest suddenly too tight. Zayne was never one for carelessness. He didn't do things like this, especially when those things seemed so juvenile.
But he'd meant those.
Really meant them.
They weren't there for the sake of being there. No, they were deliberate, something he left behind because he wanted you to remember and that was unnerving.
It wasn't him. It wasn't the composed, rational doctor he'd worked so hard to make of himself. But in that moment, he couldn't help himself to the feeling of your skin between his teeth.
You were sweet. A little salty, too. The kind of combination that made it impossible not to go back for more.
He didn't regret it, he was sorry though.
You'd have to cover up your neck for a week. And God help him, something about that thought made his lips curl up with a smile.
It was barely thereโjust a soft, subtle smile, there nonetheless.
"Zayne."
He blinked, looking up and smoothly sliding his phone back into his pocket. "Yes?" The quiet smile he'd worn just seconds ago had slipped away, almost like it was never there in the first place.
"You're up."
Zayne cleared his throat. "Sorry,โ he uttered, standing up and making his way to the front of the conference table, notes in hand.
You should've been long gone by now. Erased from his mind. He had a presentation for God's sake. But you were still there. Making his cheeks warm and his stomach turn.
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It'd been a long day.
Zayne stood outside your door now, one hand inches away from your doorโdebating whether to knock or notโand a small plastic bag with medical supplies in the other hand.
It was late. The smell of hospital still clung to his skinโclean, but not laundry clean. Sterile clean. Like gloves, soap, and a hint of antiseptic.
Zayne took a small breath, finally knocking against your door. He waited, his hand falling to his side. He didn't even tell you he was coming, just texted that he'd get back to you later.
Now he was here, uncharacteristically... nervous? It was hard to tell for what though. To see you maybe? Or maybe, to see the evidence of what you did to him?
Who knew.
His thoughts quickly melted away when you finally opened the door, looking just as soft as you did this morning. You were wearing a loose shirt you'd stolen from him a little bit ago, pj pants, and some fuzzy socks.
How were you always so... what was the word?โendearing?
Your eyes widened a fraction, raking over his form. "Zayne? What are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming."
"I know," Zayne answered, his gaze shifting to the bruises on your neck.
He inhaled sharply.
A quiet warmth bloomed in his chest. It was unbidden, unwelcome. But it was there, no matter how hard he tried to will it away.
He liked them too much.
Way too much.
Zayne cleared his throat quietly before holding the bag out. "I brought this for you."
You glanced down, taking the bag and pulling away from the door to let him in. "What is it?"
"Look inside."
You slowly closed the door behind him, then peeked into the small plastic bag. There was some sort of cream, a few instant cold packs, and a thin cloth.
You glanced back up. "Is this...?"
"For the hickeys." Zayne nodded, his voice quieter now.
You let out an airy laugh. "Zayne.. You didn't have to."
"No, but I wanted to." He gently brought his hand to the underside of your arm. "I'm the one who left them." His eyes drifted back to the purple marks, his chest tightening again.
He looked at you again. Waiting.
You smiled. "It's not a big deal. I can do it."
Zayne's grip on your arm tightened just slightly, almost like a silent plea. "Let me help you."
You hesitated for a second. You didn't mind the hickeys, so why was Zayne making such a big deal about it?
Still, it was hard to even think about rejecting his offer when he looked at you like thatโwith that odd mix of pleading and guilt and something else you couldn't place.
Eventually, you gave in with a sigh. "Fine."
"Thank you." Zayne guided you back to your couch, taking the cold pack and cloth out.
"It's not a magic fix," he murmured, squeezing the bag and shaking it lightly as he sat down beside you. "But it'll help." He wrapped the pack in the small cloth, then gently pressed it to your neck.
You hummed. "Thank you, Zayne."
He shook his head. "Don't thank me. I gave you these.."
He paused, the word just on the tip of his tongue. Why was this so hard to say? He was a doctor, not some boy who just learned how to leave a mark.
"Hickeys," he finished, his voice quiet.
For a moment, you said nothing. Just watched him, taking in the little furrow of his brows and the hard line of his lips.
Was he always so cute when he was guilty?
"You're cute," you blurted.
Zayne paused, his eyes snapping to yours briefly before going back to your neck. "I'm applying first aid."
"Mm. Cute." You smiled.
Zayne paused again, his lips twitching with a gentle smile. You made it impossible not to mirror the small gesture. How could he when you looked at him like that?
So sweet and soft.
For a briefโvery briefโmoment, he almost wished he wasn't trying to get rid of your hickeys right now. Wished he'd let them last a little longer.
Synopsis: You dislike asking for help. But after the one time you do, Sylus discovers that he enjoys your praise.
Warnings: None, this is straight up fluff. Not proofread, though.
Author's note: Draft from June 2025 LMFAO. Sorry if this is like... Bad. I'm rusty, I fear. ๐
The first time it happened, you had thought nothing of it. Sylus had only helped you with a simple problem: opening a jar. The damned thing was sealed shut no matter how hard you twisted and pulled at the lid. Even attempting to pry it open with utensils did nothing to budge the lid. You almost thought it had been glued shutโsome prank by Luke and Kieran to bring a little inconvenience to your day for the fun of it.
Before you truly gave up and settled on another option for a toast spread, you had one last thing to try. Who else could open a stubborn jar if not your strong, very capable lover, Sylus? You probably should have done that from the start, honestly... But sometimes asking for help is hard. Embarrassing. And a wound to your dignity that you so stubbornly try to save.
With a sigh, your shoulders sag as you look back to the living room. Sylus is on the leather sofa, one leg crossed over the other as his index finger taps rhythmically on his temple. On the coffee table sits a laptop, the drone of some business man sounds from its speakers. They're in a meeting, and Sylus looks bored out of his mind. It wouldn't hurt to pop in for a second... You're sure he wouldn't mind.
Sauntering over with the accursed jar of strawberry jam in hand, you stop just before you could be seen on camera, keeping your identity anonymous. Sylus had already started to look up when you walked over, yet only stared in momentary confusion as you held out the jar. It takes a second before it clicks in his head what you're asking forโand he chuckles as he takes the jar from your hand.
One twist and Sylus is already handing it back to you. He opened it with ease, annoyingly so. But he did help, and at this point you're too hungry to bother sulking at him for laughing at you. Besides, you can't deny that you're thrilled. Unable to resist beaming at him for fulfilling such a simple request, you blow him kisses instead of leaning in to actually kiss him.
Not that you don't want to but his business partner on the other side of the laptop screen would see you, and Sylus prefers you out of his dealings for your safety. Instead, you opt to mouth a thank you to him. Along with an added bonus of praising his strength and telling him that he's doing a good job enduring his meeting. You don't think much of it and head back into the kitchen for your much anticipated toast.
Unfortunately, that means you turned away too quickly to see him freeze up for a split-second before regaining his composure. His eyes widen just the slightest, lips parting as his breath catches as if he wanted to say something but lost his train of thought. There's a flush on his skin now, rosy heat creeping up his neck and the tips of his ears. Now he truly is unable to focus.
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Ever since that day, you had begun to notice Sylus... Hovering nearby whenever you do something. More often than not, he swoops in to take over as soon as you begin to struggle. Whether it's reaching for objects at high places, picking up something from the store that you forgot, or the most mundane task you really don't feel like doing, he always takes it from your hands before you can even think of asking for his help. It's relieving. It's suspicious.
You're sitting side-by-side on the floor of his armory today, helping him with gun maintenance. Sylus had already told you that you didn't need to, yet you insisted because this is still a way to spend time with him. However... You've been at it for a while. Curse his extensive collection. Your neck and shoulders are tense, a dull ache seizing the muscles from being hunched over.
As soon as a sigh escapes your lips, Sylus is reaching out, and the gun you were cleaning is out of your hands by the next blink. His fingers are running up and down your aching spots, relieving it with pressure. There is it again. You didn't even voice out a complaint, and he's already taking care of the problem. When you meet his gaze, his crimson eyes look at you expectantly. A certain longing that gives him away when he wants something.
โWhy... Are you looking at me like that?โ You ask, eyes narrowing.
โLike what, sweetie? I'm only trying to help.โ Sylus drawls, head tilted just slightly.
Yeah, he definitely wants something.
โSylus. You've been following me around the base like a stray puppy for a few days now. Spit it out.โ
At that, he seems to deflate. Only you would compare the feared leader of Onychinus to a puppy. But he doesn't want that. Sylus wants you to see him as someone reliable. Dependable when needed. To be the one you seek out when problems arise because he desperately wants to hear your approval of him being a good partner for you.
โYou... seem to have trouble asking for assistance. And I... Simply want to be of use to you. Won't you indulge me, my dear?โ He admits, an awkward smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
Oh. Oh.
โSylus do youโโ You pause, the question sounds a little embarrassing in your head but you decide to ask anyway, โlike it when I... Praise you...?โ
The way Sylus averts his gaze tells you everything you need to know. This behemoth of a man was doing everything he could think of just to hear a few honeyed words from you as though his life depended on it. Adorable, you wanted to say. Really, he could have just asked you instead of feeling the need to earn it. You would have done it in a heartbeat.
Your hands move faster than your thoughts, palms cupping his face and bringing him closer to you.
โMy beloved. My sweet, adorable, unbelievable heart. You are more than โof useโ to me. You're a wonderful partner and the only one I trust my heart with. You're doing good.โ
Meanwhile, Sylus thinks his heart might give out. Given his abnormally fast-beating heart, he has never experienced his heart race. This ache, he thinks, might be the closest thing. Deep within his soul he believes a fiend could never be loved. But if someone as pure as you, who he reflects, does it as easily as breathing, then who is he to say otherwise?
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