Niragi liked beautiful girls like you. It was no mystery; seeing you for the first time with puckered lips, a pampered countenance, and a golden spoon served right to you, his body heated up with an uncontainable energy.

Aguni treated you like a glass doll. So incredibly fragile; a single tap could destroy you. Niragi knew no one was born so delicate. Nobody was born strong either. He had to force himself into his true essence, one of wrath, one of nature. Slowly but surely, Aguni raised you to be a flower, one that Niragi could pick apart: petal by petal. Rape, murder, arson, theft, assault. Weren't those the properties of humanity?

Tensions were rising among Hatter, his lackeys, the General (your brother), and the militants. Niragi, in all honesty, resented Aguni with unbridled restlessness. He never shows it, but remembers to upkeep his respectful yet hardly dignified appearance. When he was placed to look after you, he imagined the apple didn't fall far from the tree. You'd be an overbearing, self-righteous, hypocritical woman. One that was audible, bossy. The adjectives flooded his head.

When he walked into your room at the beach, his rifle swung over his shoulder, he gazed upon you on the bed. Your bedroom was disorganized but not dirty, scattered with jewelry, red cups, and lip gloss, an unmade bed, everything. His mind steered away from those adjectives. You were clueless. Naive. Untouched. Tempting. Breakable. How did you even survive a single game if big brother wasn't there?

Niragi would eventually learn two things. One, only thing you were good with was a handgun. Two, he understood why Aguni wanted to keep you locked away like a princess up in a tower. Two came before one.

Sunshine had hit your face through the curtain that day, even the great star had to catch sight of this moment. Your heavy-lidded eyes gazing up at Niragi, licking your dry lips. “Uh..’xcuse me?” You asked so incredibly softly. A murmur, almost going unheard. He’d have to quiet down to acknowledge you.

“Sit up. I don't have time for this.” He heard the scoff under your breath, saw the rolling of your eyes. “You came barging in here first,” You muttered. Since, Niragi had to deal with you as both a burden and his responsibility. Aguni would shoot him dead if you were harmed.

-

Niragi had taken you to his room after a game. His room was tidier than your own, aside from a couple of blood stains and an unmade bed. It smelled like sex and old cologne. He had left you there to shower and freshen up. He threw his head back in annoyance every time you complained about getting your princess's hands dirty. Your brother was a dirty piece of shit, this was the opposite. Niragi didn't anticipate danger in the comfort of his own room, so he left to do things.

You were wrapped in steaming water, hair tied up with a clip. The shower’s door was all foggy; you didn't hear anything under the water pressure nor did you see anything through the glass. Not till you turned off the water and opened the door did you notice men were in the bedroom.

Your heart beat fast. It sped up by a hundred miles per hour. They were waiting for you, were they not? Niragi couldn't bring people over here at a time like this. Surely, they had heard the water no longer making a sound?

Your breath fastened and recklessly ran into the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around you. They were caught off guard, grunting and suddenly standing on offense. It wasn't a mystery that you were attractive. You could practically smell their shared intentions.

Your panting was loud, yelling to get attention. They were saying something, something you couldn't understand due to the heartbeat in your brain. Rummaging through Niragi’s cabinet, you cursed him for not organizing this. The one thing he didn't pay attention to.

You heard a loud thud before you process you had been hit across your head with an assault rifle. It came to you that they didn't want to kill you.

Just on time, collapsing, the handgun in his drawer morphed against your hand and came with you. Adjusting it in your hand shakily, you shot consecutively towards the men. Hitting the four legs combined of the two men. Blood spattered on the walls, carpet, and towel. Thank Niragi for never keeping his guns on safety.

It was all a blur, the only skill Aguni had ever taught you was how to operate a gun. What about fighting or mind tricks matters if a bullet pierces your heart? Your mind was hazy from the blow against it, gradually drifting off. Then, the moment your hand retreated from your head, staring at a stain of red, everything disappeared.

It wasn't any longer than ten minutes when Niragi walked into his room, frowning at the shot men and the passed-out woman. “Figures,” He predicted that those lackeys would make a move soon enough, but he didn't expect it’d be now nor that it would be this close to home.

His boot hit across one of their heads, taking the walkie-talkie out and notifying Aguni. “Fuckin’ idiots,” Niragi mumbled. “Screwed by a girl.”

-

You awoke on his bed. It was still not made, but now you had a damp towel stopping the bleeding on your head. “Relax, you’re not dead. You just look like shit.” Teasing came easily when your eyes fluttered open.

Lazily, your eyes darted around. Then, pinpointing Niragi above you. He thought you’d laugh, roll your eyes, maybe just go back to sleep. Niragi couldn’t help the minimal gasp that left his lips when your eyes sparkled with unshed tears. “I’m so, sorry,” You babbled.

He sighed, parting his lips to speak but was interrupted by your blubbering. “Aguni’s gonna hate me,” Your arms were mindlessly wiping the tears falling from your eyes. “He should—”

Quick clicking sounds left from Niragi’s mouth, the sound of his nail tapping on the rifle silencing you. “You can't be serious thinking Aguni would ever blame this one on you,” Your mouth was agape, goggling at him slightly entranced. It’s not like Aguni was above reprimanding you. Whenever you gave Niragi a hard time, put yourself in danger, or broke his rules, you’d get a talking to.

But it’d go something like “Play nice with him, he’s helping you so don’t be mean.” or “I told you not to go out after 12, why don't you ever listen?” This was so much more than staying out past curfew. This was more than relentlessly teasing Niragi. You had been put a target on your back and now getting in the way.

Niragi’s tongue came out to wet his lips in that suggestive manner he always does. “It’s my fault here, sweetheart.”

“At least in Aguni’s eyes.”

You were left in the bed as Niragi was called out. Presumably for a meeting, if it didn’t turn violent.

-

It wasn’t long before Niragi came back and you were completely dazed. The ceiling began to look like figures with lion’s heads and voices calling you to look up at Niragi.

The throbbing and ache in the wound were so obnoxious. The way in which you couldn't even rest had you driven insane.

Sitting up slowly, hand on your head, Niragi got even closer to the bed. He towered over you, one brow raised with his rifle over his shoulder. Soon, he ended up placing it down. “Seems like the men who hurt you did it on their own accord, allegedly.” He ran a hand through his hair, that's when you noticed the blood stain on his clothes.

“You killed them? They didn't kill me why—” He cut you off with a near manic laugh, “Aguni’s orders.”

He noticed how shocked you were. Though, he didn't get the disbelief. “Are you an idiot?” He whispered. “They didn't kill you because they wanted to fuck your unconscious body, stupid.” His words were sharp, blunt. There was no beating around the bush. But even then, you could tell he was frustrated. Probably yelled at.

You glanced away, “M’sorry.” Your voice was low, shameful.

“Stop fuckin’ apologizing. If you wanted to make it up to me, you’d be doing something else instead of bitching.” He grunted, leaning over to observe the wound. It wasn't deep, but it was a lot. “Want a pain killer?” He murmured, rummaging through his even messier drawer.

Your head bobbed up and down slowly. He took one, a pretty blue pill and stuck his tongue out to show you what to do.

Quickly, you follow and pull your tongue out. He placed it on the surface, letting it begin to dissolve among your taste buds. “There we go, it’s gonna make you a bit drowsy, yeah?”

It didn't take long for the effects to kick in, mind spiraling with nothingness. “S’ cold,” You whispered, body falling back into the mattress. A gentle, sleepy hum pulls out of your lips, eyeing him for some warmth.

Niragi deliberately left you minimally dressed. The pain will cause your body to involuntarily shake. “You depend on me more than you realize," Niragi said confidently. But his lack of action to warm you up was baffling.

You felt him pin you down, his entire body hovering over you. With a single long stroke of his tongue, he traced from your abdomen up to your bra. Then, his eyes met yours. He saw how frantic your gaze was, a smirk painted onto his features. Yes, fear, that's what he craved.

The drugs didn't allow you to fight back against the pleasure your body felt. In your right mind, you might have threatened him with snitching to Aguni. But now? Ironically, all you did was quiver.

His hand closed tightly around your throat. Your red-tinted eyes shifted onto the tent in his pants. His tongue aligns with the apple of your cheek. “Wha—” you heaved. “The fuck are you doing?” Your voice was raspy due to a multitude of factors.

“You’re telling me you don't know?” He whispered right onto your earlobe. “What a load of shit,” Niragi spat, his free hand cupping your pussy, panties all damp. He groaned, kissing the corners of your lips.

Your breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling, in conflict with all the sensations. His frustration was obvious. “So fucking tired of your abhorred brother thinking he’s superior to me, to us.” His hold on your throat got tighter and tighter.

Niragi’s knee slipped between your thighs, causing your hips to buck against him. You were too drugged out to care about his ongoing monologue. “Pretending like his baby sister is a saint incarnate, he doesn't know how big a fucking slut she is.” Your whine caught his attention, brows raising, hands coming to steady your hips and prevent you from grinding downward. “Huh, don't you agree?”

Your hands were weak, still attempting to force his hands off of you. They closed around his wrists with barely any force, breathing with ur mouth agape. He lifted one of his hands, jerking yours away. In the matter of a moment, it came down to strike your cheek. “Answer me, hotshot,” He shouted, looking at your flinches.

You looked away, shutting your eyes tightly. His hand grabbed your chin with strength, forcing your gaze onto him. “Such a fucking princess, so better than everybody, gonna tell your brother you want to be fucked by his number two?” His shouting had frightened you. It would frighten anybody. You didn't have enough resilience to argue back, all you did was nod.

He pryed your legs open, licking down them. You didn't fight back, there was no willpower to. But Niragi didn't feel like giving. Generosity wasn't in the card today. His belt came undone in his hands, shoving his pants and boxers off. “Gonna take me like a good bitch, or do I have to force it into you?”

Your shoulders were tense up besides your head and you were fighting to keep your eyes open. Still, you managed a nod. “Atta’ girl.” He laughed, tongue licking his lips. “Knew you had one brain cell left.”

His hands rested on your abdomen, slowly pushing himself inside of you. He was holding back a little bit, permitting you to adjust. “Is she gonna cry?” He taunted, sticking his lower lip outward in a faux, mocking pout. You shook your head, but the tears betrayed you.

“Shh, sh sh.” His thrusts picked up the pace, the sound of smacking and moistness echoing in the room. He realized you weren't making much noise, even as his dick stretched you out. He continued to ram into your cervix, pride hurt by the lack of a positive reaction.

“Not gonna make any sounds?” He whispered, moving to rub your clit in a circle. Your pussy was clenching around him, letting out tiny “ah, ah, ah” chimes now. “Thats what I like to hear.”

Your head was thrown back, his cock angling up against your G-spot. It was all too much, way too much. Your stomach felt a knot forming, or about to untie. “Tummy—” You called out, lips forming an O shape and brows furrowing when he picked up the ferocity.

“Think Aguni would care if I fucked a baby into ya’?” He laughed, finishing all over your velvety walls. Yours happened right after, riding the wave and arching your back. Niragi guided it, hand pressing down on your stomach.

Niragi pulled out, thumb caressing the red mark on your cheek. There was a sort of numb, tingly sensation around it. The painkiller didn't allow you to feel any sort of real pain. “Gonna tell on me?”

You hesitated. The brain fog began to disappear, and the most sane response was “yes.” He squinted his eyes, gesturing towards the rifle. “Will you?” Your body betrayed your sanity, shaking your head. He rewarded you with a pat on the head, climbing off of you.

Would this become a routine?

Niragi leans against the counter, this time without his precious rifle. It is a rare occasion to see him without that weapon, but it doesn’t make you feel safer around him. This isn’t the reason a part of you is scared of this man.

“The first.” You hold your fingers tightly around the bowl and take another step back, but Niragi imitates the move immediately. He does this weird thing with his tongue again, where he sticks it out as if to show the piercing on it, and like always, you can’t decide if it’s disgusting or fascinating. Maybe both.

“Ahh, I think you’re lying to me.” He chuckles lowly and reaches for the empty milk carton and begins to read it like a newspaper. “What about that little snack you had, around... what was it? Five in the morning?”

There’s nothing wrong with being hungry in the middle of the night, and you don’t know what’s weirder - the fact that Niragi must have seen you then or that he deems it important enough to talk about it, and you shrug. “That was a midnight snack.”

While you want to take another step back, you suddenly feel something cold in your back and realize that you have arrived at the opposite wall. The fridges won’t budge and with the sink to one side and a counter to the other, there’s no way past Niragi now, who calmly draws nearer to you.

“It’s not a midnight snack when it’s not midnight.”

“Why is that important, anyway?” you ask, irritated about the topic. Your stomach growls so loud that Niragi has to hear it too, but the bowl of cereals rests in your hands untouched.

Niragi tucks a strand of his sleek black hair behind the ear, and the grin doesn’t vanish from his face. “It’s not. But I like to see how such a simple topic like breakfast is able to intimidate you so much.”

He is so close to you now that he could easily touch you if he stretched out his hand, and your hearbeat increases at the thought. You’d want that, but at the same time, you’re so afraid of what would happen. And the topic definitely isn’t what intimidates you.

“That’s not...” you swallow, and with him being so close, you can even smell his aftershave. The piercings covering his face glint in the lights of the kitchen, and he’s so tall...

Suddenly, Niragi reaches for the bowl and takes it out of your hand. You don’t even protest, too startled to do anything while he places it on the counter next to you. There goes your breakfast. Now there’s nothing standing between Niragi and you anymore, not even a small bowl of cereals. You have to put your head back to look into his face, and your body is both hot and cold while you still can’t decide if you want to be here or not.

“Aww, don’t be so scared, little Hobbit.”

“I’m not a Hobbit. I don’t have hair on my feet”, you answer and blush immediately after. What a stupid thing to say! But Niragi bursts out laughing and pokes your stomach with his index finger. “But you’re small enough for one and sure will be fat enough as well if you continue to have several breakfasts a day.”

This makes you snort and you cross your arms in front of your chest. How dare he insult you just like that? Your body is perfectly fine, and Niragi can clearly see that as well. He’s just mocking you for no reason, and you almost stick your tongue out to him. “How can someone so handsome be such an asshole as well?”

The laugh fades, but the grin doesn’t leave Niragi’s face. He bends down to you, so close to you that your noses almost touch. You still have to crane your neck to see him, and it slowly begins to hurt. But being so close to him, numbed by the look in his eyes and by his sheer presence...

“Oh, so you think I’m handsome, yeah?”

You swallow again. The fabric of his shirt brushes against your hands, and you can feel the warmth emerging from his skin. “And an asshole”, you add with a breathless voice, barely loud enough for him to hear.

Niragi humms and comes even closer, although you didn’t think that would be possible. You press the palms of your hands against his chest in a desperate attempt to push him away, although he barely notices it. He’s so close now that you can feel his breath on your lips, and with no doubt is he able to hear your own racing heartbeat. This mixture of fear and desire is too much.

His voice is nothing but a whisper as well now, and he’s perfectly aware of what impact it has on you. “And does it frighten you?”

There’s no use in pushing him away, but your hands remain on his chest. You can feel his heartbeat, calm and solid and not at all shaken like you are. Although you didn’t want to admit it, your head moves up and down in a nod, wich only makes Niragi chuckle again.

“Yes. Yes, you are.” His hands move to the sides of your head, move through your hair with more gentleless than you would have given him credit for, and the tip of his thumb draws patterns on your temple. Fire burns where his hand touches you, and you’re breathing so fast and shallow now that it makes you feel dizzy. “And you should be; clever little thing, aren’t you.”

Before you can even realize what happens, you feel his lips on yours. They’re warm and demanding, pressing against you with so much force that it almost hurts. You give in to his demand, feel the metal of his piercing against your own tongue while you forget to breathe. It seems that Niragi’s grip is the only thing keeping you upright, and then, all of a sudden, it’s gone.

Niragi eyes you as if nothing had ever happened, while you try to calm down the heat that streams through your whole body and end the tremble in your hands.

“We have to continue this at some point.” He sticks out his tongue one last time before he turns around and strolls out of the kitchen as cool as ice.