#toxic behavior

robert x reg!reader where he's just super anxious and nervous about you out in the world especially since he's not working as mechaman and convincing you to let him move in with you and slowly isolating you from everyone you care about and basically keeping you trapped with him but its okay!!! cuz he's the love of your life and you don't need anyone else but him!!

robert x reg!reader where he sometimes (constantly) tasks the z-team to keep an eye on you and they're like "you're a weird guy, robert" but who cares and blazer is a little weirded out but he's the only one that can control the z-team so... sucks to be you ig :P

robert x z-team!reader where its basically like visi x reader except its robert so he invites you over to his apartment, gets you drunk, sleeps with you and basically says "hey, i'm basically ur boss and unless you want to lose your future...." dsf;jshdf;;doj and it doesn't really matter if you snitch to blazer cuz she's like "damn that sucks but robert's all we got so im gonna let you try again. did that really happen or would you like to keep your position on the team?"

also also!!!! robert x sdn!reader where its kinda the same thing as the one before except its "hey that sucks but it's either you stay quiet and go along with it or you get fired"

adding onto the two before, robert getting handsy with you in the break room when no one's around heheuifa;foiejs im soooo in love with him

robert doesn't seem like the kidnapping type tho unless its that one scenerio but also... idk he doesn't really have the best living situation for a kidnapping lol

he's also the type to apologize while nonconing you too like he's apologizing and wiping your tears and kissing you like a true yearner

o;hafo;p'pwehoifjs he's very sweet tho as a bf/partner even if ur not that willing, he's willing to wait till you've completely broken down and accepted him! he's literally mecha-man, a goddamn superhero!!! he knows how to wait <3

An animalistic, bloodthirsty scream resounds throughout the na-baron's private training room as his 'toy' falls dead under the blow she received from the furious man. You enter the room just as Feyd pierces him with his sword, causing drops of blood to land on your face.

You wipe them away, undeterred by the na-baron's brutality. Years of service had accustomed you to all the acts of cruelty he was capable of. At least this time, the dead man's entrails didn't spill around him. You hated calling his harpies to the feast. Despite so many years spent at the side of the baron's favourite nephew, you never got used to his concubines. They made you feel strangely uneasy.

"My lord, na-baron." You say, announcing your presence. Feyd breathes heavily and shifts his mad, furious gaze to you, not noticing your entrance until you speak.

You walk past the body, avoiding the pool of blood, and hand him a towel. He takes it from you without a word, wiping the sweat and blood from his head, chest, and back. You ignore his exposed muscles and kneel next to the man on whom he took out his anger, preparing to carry him out of the room before the next opponent/toy shows up.

"You were right. That old fool entrusted Arrakis to my brother. He will embarrass our family in one day. Ha! Even half is enough for him! This wretch doesn't know how to manage a small province, let alone an entire planet with fremen ready to attack at any corner." He says, rubbing himself furiously. He throws a towel into the corner of the room and walks to the table to pour himself something to drink.

"He gives him a chance to prove himself. When he wastes it, you will get it and prove to the baron and the lords that you are rightfully entitled to the title of baron." You say, securing the body so the guards at the door can carry it out.

"Every fool knows that. It's obvious that I'm a better choice than this scoundrel, who will sell the secrets of our family and swear allegiance to anyone who threatens his life. Baron throws a party in his honor. To the success of his mission. He's just doing it to piss me off. He doesn't give a damn about Rabban or whether he succeeds. This is just another of his tests on me. That's why you're coming with me. I've already sent for a dress for you." You look up at him with your surprised gaze. You're even more shocked when he reaches out his hand to help you up—something you didn't expect from him in his white, burning rage state.

"A dress?" You ask, taking his hand. You hold your breath, keeping yourself from gasping, as he lifts you off the floor with one strong pull. Unprepared, you bump completely onto his chest, not being able to keep your balance.

You freeze at the feeling of his muscled body close to yours. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest from the adrenaline he felt while killing this poor man. You tense up, seeing his icy-blue eyes already staring at yours. He starts giggling darkly as he presses you tighter against him so you can feel every muscle of his.

"Is there a problem? Would you prefer to come naked? I wouldn't mind, but…”

"I'm simply surprised that you want me there officially. I usually sneak there. I watch from the shadows. Well, you know." You interrupt me before he can insinuate anything, and with his silent permission, you move a decent distance away from him, leaving his arms.

You always had to be careful when making moves like this. You saw how he punished for minor offences, just for breathing. And you didn't run away from the Bene Gesserit with him to lose your life because of one of his… impulses. Although he has never put you in any serious danger, which was strangly amazing, since all of the servants who worked for him (and are still alive) have experienced his wrath on their bodies at least once.

"I know. But this time, I need you by my side. Not in hiding. My birthday is coming up—the most important of them all. I want to know what my uncle will come up with. Maybe you can find out something from the Lords. Besides, why wouldn't I want to have such beauty on my arm?"

"You want a woman by your side so you can humiliate your brother before he leaves? Perpetuate in him a sense of belief that you are superior, even if you don't have power over Arrakis right now?"

You see his hands tighten on his blades. You purse your lips, realising you were too quick to question his intentions. Basic mistake. You shouldn't have tested the waters when you knew Feyd was already on the end of his patience.

He takes a step towards you, entering your personal space. You swallow and lift your head to meet his gaze. This wasn't the first time he had intimidated you, tested you, carefully gauged your reaction, and waited until he finally saw the fear in your eyes. But you never gave him that satisfaction. If the Bene Gesserit taught you anything, it was that fear was weakness. A weakness you could tame... at least enough not to show it to anyone else.

So you endure his piercing, burning gaze with indifference. You stay like that even after a small smirk starts to appear on his face. You wonder how many people before you saw that smirk and stared into those night-black eyes on Giedi Prime as they passed from this world.

"That pink little tongue of yours will get you into trouble one day, my little witch." He purrs, his tone low and dangerous. He reaches up to your face with his free hand and gently runs his hand through your hair, caressing your cheek and jaw with the pad of his thumb. "Possible. I'm a na-baron... don't I deserve the best?" He looks defiantly at you, throwing you the proverbial gauntlet. He's waiting for you to stumble. For open defiance of his order.

You don't understand why, but he's been acting like this more and more lately. He made ambiguous comments, carefully watching your reaction. It was something new—a change in his behaviour that you hadn't figured out the reason for yet. But you had too much on your mind to think about it any longer.

"I can prepare you a beautiful concubine perfect for Giedi Prime standards." You suggest at which he shakes his head, laughing hoarsely. He turns his back to you and pours himself another glass of water.

"It's not necessary. I want you. Go and get ready. I'll join you in two hours when I'm done here." He says just as the door opens to reveal the soldiers you called for to take the body away and who have brought him a new drugged opponent. Feyd licks his lips, flips the blade up, and catches it, making a little show before lunging at his toy.

"As you wish, my na-baron." You say before leaving him to get ready for the party. Another warrior's scream echoes off the walls of the chamber as Feyd unleashes his anger on him.

You scan the room carefully, standing with your glass against the wall in a more crowded part of the room. You try your best to blend in with the crowd, but with your hair down, it's not that easy. Even if you try to cover your hair, you can feel people's curious gazes on you. But the worst ones are the burning gazes of the lords on you, some of them too lustful to be able to feel comfortable.

If you could, you would hide in the shadows, as usual, and observe them without being the centre of attention. You felt like a monkey in a circus or an exotic animal at an exhibition. The cold hand on your shoulder reminds you why you can't do this. You turn around to once again meet the na-baron's intense gaze today.

"You look good." He says as his eyes carefully scan the black latex dress with cutouts on the sides that reach down to your hipbones. "But I don't remember having that metal corset disguised as armour and that ridiculous chain veil sent to you along with the dress."

"I almost mistook this rag for a nightgown. I had to wear something on it. They think I'm your whore anyway; we don't have to prove it to them." You respond to his taunt and turn towards him. He is wearing black, formal armour, which is perfect as an official outfit.

"Do you find it scandalous to be my whore, little witch? Maybe even disgusting?" You meet his gaze to roll your eyes at him, at which he chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist. You don't like this closeness, but there's nothing you can do to push his hand off of you. You are in public. Such a gesture towards him would be equivalent to a death sentence.

"I see nothing... honourable or good in being anyone's whore, my na-baron." You say, gently moving away from him so as not to lean on him as much.

"Have you seen anything noteworthy?" He asks, unfazed by your trying to move away from him. He pulls you up, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter and making your back rest against his chest. His fingertips brush against the exposed skin, caressing your hipbone.

You frown, turning your head to look at him. He's never been so... clingy before. He always respected your personal space and never touched you. You blame it on his desire to tease his brother, who is staring at you intently from across the room, and you shift your gaze to the people present at the party.

"Several lords congratulated your brother. However, there are rumours and beliefs that he will not be up to the task. Some also believe that you will slit his throat before his ship leaves for Arrakis."

"This idea crossed my mind. If you hadn't brought this information to me earlier, you would probably have had to deal with making the public believe in his… tragic and sudden death from natural causes."

"Natural causes; I wish I could see that." You scoff, finishing your drink. You turn around, leaving his arms, and set your glass down on the table. When you turn to him again, he holds out his hand for you to take.

"You'll see if you don't entertain me. I'm bored, and looking at this smug idiot isn't helping my patience or my ability to restrain myself. Dance with me, my little witch."

"You're interrupting my work." You complain, taking his hand. He leads you to the dance floor and spins you around, pulling you tight against his chest. He holds you close to him, perfectly placing his steps and moving to the beat of the music. He is as fluid in dancing as he is in fighting. Flawless as always.

"I'm your work. You are my right hand; you meet all my needs. I don't think I need to remind you of that, do I?" He asks in challenge, taking your chin between his two fingers as he looks at you carefully. You only smile at him in a sweet, artificial way. He laughs, fully aware of how fake this act is, and drops your chin.

Over the years, you discovered that he liked it when you teased him and responded to his taunts with your own. Of course, only when no one could hear it, and not very often. He had a reputation to uphold. He couldn't afford for anyone to see his right-hand (wo)man mocking him. Unbeknownst to you, he found it adorable the way your eyes lit up whenever you did something mischievous.

"Of course not, my na-baron."

"Good." He nods at your words. He takes his eyes off you for a moment and focuses on something behind your shoulder. He leans down, his cheek brushing against yours. You shiver at the sudden closeness, his scent becoming more distinct as you inhale it wholeheartedly. It's captivating. Sweet. Intoxicating. Dangerous. Just like him. "Do you have your daggers?" His hot whisper reaches your ear. He's so close, you can almost feel his full lips brush against your earlobe.

"Yes, why?" You ask, perfectly masking the tremble in your voice. But you doubt whether you can hide from him how your heartbeat speeds up. You blame it on the adrenaline rush. Not fear caused by his proximity.

"It seems to me that you will soon have to prove to these imbeciles once again why I chose you to be my right-hand man." He explains as the song ends.

You feel him reluctantly release you from his embrace and take a step away from you. You turn around and see his brother walking towards you, his right hand following him, giving you a mischievous look and a lecherous, mocking smile when he sees your outfit. You straighten up, lifting your head proudly at the man in a similar position to yours. The difference between you was that you served the stronger Harkonnen. It would give you an inviolably higher position if, like them, you had a penis between your legs.

"Brother. You finally brought your pet to play with us." Rabban says, nodding to his brother. You feel a wave of disgust as his gaze lingers on you longer.

Feyd tenses, furious, as his brother's eyes are all on you. You wouldn't have noticed if his hand hadn't been on your hip bone a moment later, hiding some of your exposed skin from his brother's eyes. You wonder what his problem might be. After all, he chose this dress for you by himself.

"Be careful. She doesn't have a muzzle. I would prefer that no harm come to you before you go to Arrakis. She's got some pretty... sharp teeth." He says it condescendingly, pulling you closer to him. In a perfect world, you'd kick them both in the groin. Unfortunately, you don't have that luxury. You can only imagine putting these two pseudo-alpha males in their place. But how sweet these dreams are...

"What about a small competition? My man against yours? Let's see what this mysterious beauty that you keep hidden can really do." Rabban's right-hand man gives you a cocky, confident look. He plays with the dagger in his hand, making a poor show that was intended to intimidate you. You roll your eyes behind your metal chain veil and shift your gaze to Feyd. You are only subject to his orders. Not some weak, pathetic creatures.

"This party is already dead. Do you want to kill also YOUR pet?" Feyd mocks him, and you almost break your unflappable, emotionless attitude, barely holding back your laughter. Na-baron sees this and smiles to himself, rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb on your hipbone.

"Are you afraid that she won't heat your bed anymore?" Feyd narrows his eyes at him. You feel his fingertips dig painfully into your hip as he tries to keep himself from lunging at his brother with the blade. You know full well that the eyes of the lords, the baron, and most of the people at the party are turned towards you.

"I have no doubt whatsoever about the outcome of this little skirmish. She will just sweat unnecessarily. And I would rather have her in full strength tonight." He says it in a mocking tone, shifting his gaze towards you. He licks his lips and tightens his grip to make his lewd intentions towards you clear to the two men.

Despite his famous reputation, he never touched you. Giedi Prime society might have thought otherwise, but in the years you had served as his right-hand man, he had never once taken you to bed or had you entertain him at night. You appreciated it immensely, which is why you accepted such behaviour from him without batting an eyelid whenever you were in public. It was all a game to maintain the reputation he had built over the years. Or so you thought.

"Feyd, boy, release your pet. Let her entertain us." The baron's words interrupt any skirmish that might have developed between the brothers.

It was not uncommon at Giedi Prime parties for soldiers to fight against each other to entertain the crowd. You just didn't think that you would have to fight someone during your first official arrival at the party. Although you should have anticipated such an unexpected turn of events. The baron and Rabban would not miss the opportunity to find out how much you were really worth and why Feyd, out of all the talented soldiers, chose the Bene Gesserit as his right-hand man.

You send a quick glance at Feyd. He gives you a small nod, so you bow to the baron and prepare to fight. The crowd around you parts to form a circle. You feel people's excitement as you flip the metal chains from your face to your hair, revealing more of your face. You wrap the shawl around your hair, tying it tighter and making sure it won't get in the way of your fight.

You look at your opponent, who is also preparing, trying to spot any of his weak points before the fight even begins. Rabban says something in his ear, which causes the manly smile to grow. Feyd stands in front of you, blocking your view of them. You look into his steel blue eyes as he leans towards you.

"Don't hold back." He whispers in your ear, handing you his blade. "And finish it quickly. We have other things to do."

You nod at him. He walks away from you, sending a mocking smirk at your opponent. He spreads his arms, taking a few steps back, as if inviting him to try his hand at you. You feel the burning gaze of his eyes on your back as you position yourself in front of the man.

"Don't worry, witch. If I win, I won't kill you. It's a shame to waste such a pretty face. I wonder if you're as good as the rumours say. Your pussy must be good to keep the na-baron entertained for so long." He says, waiting for you to activate your shield. But you don't do this. You want to completely humiliate him and give everyone in the room a clear message about your power and that you didn't secure your place just by having a pretty face. The crowd cheers, but you think you can hear Feyd growl furiously amidst the shouts of approval.

"I doubt you'll have the chance to find out." You say, and without waiting for his next words, you attack.

After the first few attacks, you figure out his tactics. He is physically strong, it's true, but that's his only advantage. It attacks you in a learned way, repeating its patterns. You read him quickly and position yourself to use his strength and mass against him. You could have walked up to him a long time ago and slit his throat, but you know it would be much better if you had some fun with him. You will show that you have complete control over the course of this fight.

You dodge the man's punches, and after a few minutes, you quickly get bored when you once again manage to kick him and send him to his knees. You take advantage of the moment he gets up from the floor to glance at your na-baron. Feyd doesn't look happy with your introduction. Of course, you see his interested look and how he appreciates your skills, but he doesn't look at you like he usually does. He doesn't wait with bated breath for your next move, like the crowd around you does. You can tell from his face that he wants you to finish this as soon as possible. You frown, surprised that he of all people doesn't enjoy watching the fight. You wonder what the hell is wrong with him.

Your moment of inattention is, of course, immediately exploited by your opponent. You manage to fend off the man's blade, but not his kick, which sends you landing on your butt on the floor. You feel rage more than pain; you only see red when you hear the cocky laugh of the man you are fighting with. You're so focused on driving the blade into his body that you don't notice Feyd's angry look, the murder in his eyes, and the desire to rip your opponent apart with his own hands as you fall to the floor. And you certainly don't see the trembling of his hand, as he instinctively wanted to grab you and pull you safely behind him.

You strike once, quickly driving the blade into the man's stomach and leaving it there. You push him to his knees, push away the hand that holds the sword, and reach for the dagger hidden in the sleeve of your dress. You strike a second time, piercing his shoulder. You stick the second dagger into his hand and knock the weapon out of his hand, taking it from him. You grab the man's throat in a tight grip and tilt his head back. You lean over him, a mocking smirk on your face as he struggles to breathe.

"I didn't even take off my high heels." You mocked him as you slit his throat.

You smile victoriously as you decapitate him. His head rolls at your feet, blood splattering your dress and face as you breathe heavily. You sigh, feeling your heart pound in your chest, as you bow to the crowd surrounding you as they shout and applaud you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rabban's sour, angry expression. You kick the head of his right hand towards him and give him a small smirk. You stand upright as you meet the eyes of your na-baron.

And then you saw it. Hunger in his eyes. Pure lust and desire, as his pupils were wide and solemnly focused on you.

You knew that gaze. He only looked like that at things he really wanted. Only his favourite concubines got THAT look from him or a beautiful, precisely made weapon that fit perfectly in his hands. Usually he had that look in his eyes right after the great battle he won. He would lock himself with his concubines and then spend long hours in his chambers, giving himself completely to his primal instincts.

You shiver as he walks towards you, ignoring anything else in the room. He grabs you tightly by the throat, and, to the delight of the drunken crowd who are screaming madly with excitement after the show you had made, he kisses you.

It is hard, hungry, and passionate. His hand completely removes the metal chains and shawl that were covering your head, and he pulls you to him as close as possible. His grip on your hair and throat is tight as he demands that your mouth be opened for him by biting your lower lip. You moan involuntarily, causing his tongue to slip into your mouth, as he is exploring new territory with a zeal you've never seen from him.

He pulls away from you when you're completely out of breath. Your vision is blurry, your heart is pounding from the adrenaline of the fight, and you can only stare at him stupidly and blankly while trying to understand what just happened.

Your eyes widen as he licks his lips, lust still burning in his eyes as he takes in your panting form and swollen, red lips. A trickle of blood drips from your mouth after he bit into it a few minutes ago. As you taste your blood on your tongue, you realise the terrifying truth.

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen desired you.

Feyd strokes your neck, which is still in his tight grip. His eyes travel from your lips to your neck, to your collarbones, to the valley of your breasts, and to your hips, which were starting to bruise from how tightly he held them in the moments before your fight. Suddenly, everything starts to fall into place for you. His strange, unusual behaviour, the flirtatious comments, the long stares, and his more frequent attempts to hold you close to him and touch your exposed skin are starting to make sense.

You were screwed.

Completely and utterly fucked up.

You've been avoiding him since that night. More than any Reverend Mother or Bene Gesserit. Which was a very difficult task, considering how many things you had to do as his right hand.

But, luckily, you managed to avoid being alone with him. Of course, it couldn't last long. You knew him very well, and you knew that eventually he would try something and come for you. But you tried to deceive yourself by living the lie that his desire would pass and his concubines would effectively take care of him.

If he noticed your attempts to stay away from him, he never mentioned it. Of course, he chased after you when he saw you walking alone down the hall, but you never gave him a chance to catch up with you. He may have grown up here, but you knew the palace like the back of your hand. And all the nooks and crannies you could hide in from him.

So you actually managed not to get close to him for a very long time. Until it was time to train a unit of soldiers directly subordinate to him.

"Y/N!!!" You're sure all of Giedi Prime could have heard his scream. You sigh, calming down as you continue your walk to the arena. You step out into the black sun, carefully watching the men training. You walk up to him and bow to him.

"My lord na-baron." You say it politely, unfazed by the fact that he's practically seething with rage. You were more used to dealing with him like this than when he was horny... or worse, kind. You would turn on your shield if you knew it wouldn't make him fall over the edge and start murdering everyone he could.

"Take your blade. None of these piles of useless muscles know basic defensive moves. Look, you all! You have to learn this by the end of the day, or next time you will enter this arena as my opponent!" He walks over to one of them, probably to either stab him or adjust his position, leaving you to get ready. You tie your hair up so it doesn't bother you during a fight and choose your blade.

You gasp in surprise when you are suddenly pushed. You turn around quickly, trying to keep your balance as you face the na-baron. You move your hand to activate your shield, but his voice stops you:

"Don't. I have to show them how to do it. No shield." You know he's lying, and that's not why he doesn't want you to turn on your shield, but you don't say anything. You just nod and prepare to get into a defensive position.

He attacks you quickly. Very quickly. You've trained with him before, and you have to admit, he's never been this… brutal with you.

You go through different positions with him until you finally stop following the textbook fighting patterns and start fighting seriously. You keep up with his movements for a long time, blocking his blade with yours and dodging attacks that you have no physical ability to block, but he keeps pressing against you, not letting you rest or trying to return the favour with one of your attacks.

You gasp in surprise when he trips you, sending you to the ground. You block his swing at you with your blade and kneel in the sand, trying to get up, but he's pressing too hard against you with his sword for you to move. You use all your strength to push him away from you. Feyd growls, throwing his sword aside, and simply lunges at you. You're too shocked to do anything as he snatches the blade from your hand and sits on top of you.

You fight him, sending both of you rolling in the sand. Eventually, he gets impatient and wraps his hand around your throat. You take a hoarse breath as he blocks your airway. You grab his hand around your neck and try to pull it away. You dig your nails into his palm, but he remains unmoved, pinning you to the sand.

He leans closer to you, and you take the opportunity to wrap your hand around his neck. He laughs, showing you his black teeth as he practically lays on top of you. His erection presses hard against your thigh as he grinds against you, grunting as he too begins to feel the need for air... and something more. You see black spots in front of your eyes, and you feel tears welling up in your eyes as you struggle to breathe.

You let go of his neck completely, your hand falling next to your head, and you desperately try to use the remaining air to try and use your Bene Gesserit voice on him. But before you try to say anything, he loosens his grip so you can breathe, but his fingers are still lightly holding your neck.

Too busy breathing, you don't notice how he tilts his face towards you. Only when you feel his tongue on your neck do you realise how close he is to you. You freeze when he runs his tongue from your neck, from jaw to cheek, to taste your tears. You hear him moan softly. To confirm that your brain, stunned by lack of oxygen, didn't make it all up on its own, he rubs against you, and his hardness in his pants is clearly felt by you.

You just fucking hope he doesn't fuck you in front of those soldiers.

You meet his black eyes with yours. You shiver as he leans in, his bare chest pressed completely against you as he whispers into your ear.

"Damn you, witch... if you taste as sweet as your tears..." He growls. You feel dizzy, and you're not sure if it's because of the heat of the moment, the fact that he cut you off from oxygen for a while, or because you're overwhelmed by his scent and the warmth that radiates from the two of you.

You thank whoever is above you as he finally pulls away from you and stands up. He gives you his hand and helps you stand on your two feet. The soldiers obediently look at the ground, not daring to face the na-baron's gaze. You swallow hard, pulling your hand from his grasp.

Feyd barks orders at them, herding them back to training. You breathe a sigh of relief when he stops paying attention to you. You use your shawl to wipe his saliva and your sweat from your neck. You take your blade and are about to leave the arena to do the rest of your duties. But a tight grip on your wrist stops you. You tense up and turn around to face him again.

"Y/N." He murmurs, watching you carefully. You're sure that bruises are starting to appear on your neck from his tight squeeze. "Come to my chambers tonight." A cold shiver runs through you, but all you can do is nod and watch his retreating figure as he leaves to continue the training.

You hoped he didn't mean what you thought he meant by that... invitation. Otherwise, this could be your last night on Giedi Prime or the last night of your life. You're not sure yet.

For the first time, you feel fear as you walk to his chambers. He had called for you at such times before, but it never occurred to you that he wanted to do with you something else than discuss with you matters that were related to the Giedi Prime Court, the baron's plans, or other political matters and plots.

You shudder, wondering what might be waiting behind that door. You saw the condition in which some of his concubines left him. You didn't want to become one of them; you didn't want to be reduced to being his lover. It was fine as it was. You felt very good as his shadow, ears, and eyes. You liked conspiring together with him, making plans, and that hrill each time you managed to take down the enemies that were standing in your way. He was supposed to be your savior, not your persecutor. Were you that naive from the beginning, or has everything started going to shit recently?

The guards let you through without saying a word. With your heart pounding, you enter his chambers.

He's sitting on the bed. His harpies finish taking off his clothes, and at first you want to back away, but as soon as his gaze meets yours, you freeze. Feyd snaps at one of them. She hands him a glass of his wine while the others look at you furiously.

"Leave." He tells them, never taking his eyes off you. The women look at each other, not wanting to leave him, especially leave him alone with you. You guess that if it weren't for Feyd's presence, they would have attacked you long ago, trying to eat you before their master got a chance to touch you. Disgust arouses in you as you think that you may be soon reduced to their role and turned into one of them. "I said something." He growls at them, shifting his gaze from you to give them an angry glare.

The harpies are going out obediently, but they are not wasting an opportunity to hiss at you as they pass you to get to the exit. You hear one of them scream in pain as Feyd suddenly throws a knife at them right before they close the door behind them.

You were more used to his brutal reflexes than to his tender gestures. You actually preferred him being aggressive more. At least you could have predicted his movement. That's why you didn't even blink when he threw a blade at his pets.

"You wanted to see me." You start when you are alone. If you could impress him with anything other than your fighting skills and the ability to obtain various information by staying in the shadows, it would be that you never showed fear or insecurity. At least not to those who don't know you. Almost no one could read you. Almost.

However, Feyd saw that you were behaving differently. But he was tired of controlling himself around you. He couldn't do it anymore after tasting your lips, tasting your skin mixed with tears, and feeling your curves press against him. He wanted more. Much more than he ever got from you. And he was going to take it, whether you wanted it or not. He won't go crazy with lust for you... or at least not with as much longing for you each night as he used to.

"I did..." He stands up, and you're grateful he's at least wearing underwear as he walks over to his bar and pours a second glass of wine. He hands it to you and taps it with his own. He takes a few sips and looks at you. After a while, he sits down on his bed again and swirls his glass, playing with the remains of the wine. "Baron wants me to find a wife." He announces calmly, staring at you intently as he finishes his wine with one big sip.

You almost choke on your drink. You place your glass on the table and meet the careful gaze of his cold, blue eyes. You feel yourself starting to get hot with nerves.

"I beg you pardon?" You ask, still reeling from the shock of this sudden information.

"He wants me to find a broodmare who will bear my heirs since I am getting close to the appropriate age." He repeats, standing up gracefully. He approaches you, his steps slow and measured, as if he were approaching his prey in an arena. And for a moment, that's exactly how you feel. But you show no fear or any other emotion as he stops a few inches in front of you. You straighten up, your muscles tensing as you think about any answer.

"I… I can make the necessary preparations and check which high families…"

"Strip." He orders you. His tone is hoarse, leaving no room for any objection. He talks just as if he were asking you to pass him the dagger rather than to stand naked in front of him. As if it was an order he carried out every day and something you should be used to following.

"What?" You ask stupidly, unable to process what he said to you in your head.

"Have you gone deaf? Undress. Take your clothes off." He repeats mockingly. He crosses his arms, takes a few steps back, and leans against the wooden post of his bed as he watches you carefully, waiting for you to either obey his order or openly disobey him, giving him the opportunity to punish you... as if he even needed a reason to do so.

"My na-baron, I..."

"Exactly, Y/N. I am your na-baron. So follow my order. Now. I'm not in the mood for our games. You think I haven't noticed you've been playing hide-and-seek lately? I have given much worse punishments for such disobedience and attempts at self-indulgence. Take your clothes off, or I'll rip them from you."

For a moment, there is a deathly silence in his chambers. Only your breathing can be heard as you try to find any way out of this situation. But you can't think of anything. Your mind is empty, your hands are shaking a little, and all you can do is look at him, silently begging him to change his mind. A frown of impatience appears on his forehead, and you know you have to do something before he gets irritated and cuts you with one of his blades.

You sigh softly as you reach for the laces of your shirt. You take your time, slowly untying your bindings. Feyd devours every bit of skin you expose to him, and you swear you hear him hold his breath as your shirt lands on the floor. You get out of your shoes and socks very slowly.

Luckily, he doesn't comment on it and lets you get out of his clothes at your own pace. He knows he will win anyway. Tonight, he will finally stop playing cat and mouse with you and put his hands on what is rightfully his. So he savours every moment, making a plan in his head for what he will do to you tonight for this small act of rebellion.

He licks his lips as you stand in front of him in nothing but black underwear. His eyes take in your every curve, skin lesions, and scars that mark your warrior body. Oh yes. He was going to enjoy this night and finally unwrap his early birthday present.

"Good girl. You know where the bathroom is, right?" Without waiting for your response, he goes there, expecting you to follow him.

You swallow hard. You're glad that at least you managed to stay in your underwear and that you're not completely naked in front of him. You get out of your pile of clothes and leisurely follow him to the bathroom.

As soon as you enter, the door closes itself behind you. You sigh, the sweet smell of bath salts reaching your nostrils. But you don't feel so relaxed when the coolness of the bathroom and the black marble you stand barefoot on make you shiver and your nipples harden.

The na-baron's dark chuckle catches your attention. He's in a large, black bathtub, his hands resting on its edges as he enjoys the warm water, watching you closely, a spark of amusement shining in his icy blue eyes. He looks like a vulture waiting for the best moment to kill his prey.

"It had been a long day. Join me." He says, lifting his hand for you to take and step into the tub.

Having no choice, you obediently reach for his hand and release it as quickly as you can, sitting on the other side of the bathtub with your legs tucked under you so as not to accidentally touch him. He laughs, shaking his head in amusement.

"Not so far, my little mouse. Closer. I won't bite… well, not yet."

"I'm not a mouse." You snap at him. If you're going to die, at least die with dignity. Blinded by your anger at him, you sit on his lap before you can think it through. It's only his hardness pressing against your ass that makes you realize what a mistake you've made. You don't show your discomfort, though; you even lean against his chest, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

He laughs softly, wrapping his arms around you just as the skin of your back meets his chest. You feel like you're in a cage, even though he's trying to calm you down by lazily drawing patterns on the skin of your arms. Your underwear soaks up the water and sticks to you, making you feel even more uncomfortable.

"Hand me my dagger."

You much prefer receiving such orders from him. You get up from the bathtub to get away from him for a moment, but he stops you by grabbing your hips tightly. He shakes his head and nods towards the dagger, which is literally at his fingertips. You bite your lip, keeping yourself from talking back at him, and reach for the weapon, handing it to him. You do this carefully, not wanting to cut the skin of your fingertips with the very sharp blade.

He cuts through the fabric of your bra with surgical grace. You gasp in outrage but don't move, knowing full well that you are only millimetres away from him taking your blood. You don't have to turn around to know he's smiling cockily as he traces the tip of his dagger across your skin to your panties.

"You know I can take it off by myself?" You ask as he traces patterns with the tip of his dagger on your stomach, around your navel. You hold your breath as he rests his chin on your shoulder and pulls you closer to him, rubbing against your still-clothed ass. You learn the hard way that the rumours about his... greatness were true.

"You had your chance at the beginning, now it's my turn. You're lucky that I'm not taking it off of you with my teeth anyway." He growls in your ear. You shiver as he presses a wet kiss on your shoulder, peppering kisses on your skin, down to your neck, and down to your jawbone before he rests his chin on your shoulder again.

"Sorry for interrupting your fun, my na-baron." You growl as he hooks the tip of his dagger against the fabric of your panties.

"No worries; you will compensate me in another way." He says, cutting your panties. He throws them behind him and lazily presses the dagger against your jawbone, forcing you to turn your head to look at him.

You meet his blue eyes with yours. His irises are practically non-existent, giving way entirely to his dilated, black pupils. He stares at you hungrily, licking his lips. He looks lost and indecisive, as if he didn't know what to do first.

His other hand, the one not holding the dagger pressed against your neck and jaw, explores your body, caressing your skin as if it were some kind of precious silk. You sigh as he cups your breast, which, of course, fits perfectly in his hand. You want to punch him in the face, but the dagger at your throat reminds you that one wrong move could cost you dearly. So you take his hand in yours instead, stopping him from over-exploring.

"You know... I tried to stay away from you. From the first moment I saw you... fighting with those daggers of yours... you're not as graceful in dancing as you are with them in your hands, taking down all your enemies. But you are Bene Gesserit. I know you're dangerous. So damn dangerous... if I were anyone else, you'd use your voice on me and tell me to castrate myself. Or you could make me magically disappear by throwing myself off some tall tower just because I thwarted your plans or looked at you wrong. Surprised? You may live in the shadows, my little witch, but I won't miss anything you do. You know I have trouble controlling myself... so how can I do that when you're so damn irresistible? The fact that I've endured all these years and not gotten close to you the way I wanted—the way I dreamed so many times at night—is quite a success, don't you think?"

He massages your breast, playing with it. You bite your lip, holding back a moan as he pinches your nipple. He leans closer to you, pressing his nose against your neck and inhaling your scent deeply. He removes his hand from your breast and moves your connected body along your body. You gasp, tightening your grip on his as he brushes your clit gently with his fingertip.

"I… I should go." You mumble, squirming in his grip, which is, of course, pointless and only makes him groan in pleasure as your ass rubs against his hard, leaking member.

"Stay. You won't oppose your na-baron, will you?" The bastard knows well that you won't openly oppose him, and he uses it as best he can. He moves your joined hands to his length, forcing you to wrap your hand around him. He hisses, pressing the blade closer to your throat and tightening his grip on your hand as he guides yours along his length the way he wants. "Your skin is so soft… and that beautiful hair that you needlessly hide… you don't know how many times I imagined pulling you by it." He mumbles into your neck. The hand with the dagger now presses against your chest, only causing your heart to beat much faster. A wave of heat washes over you, your traitorous pussy clenching desperately as you hear his moans in your ear.

"Feyd..." You moan as his hand releases yours and works at your desperate pussy. He growls, feeling the warmth of your walls around his fingers and the wetness he caused. You remove your hand from his member and tighten your grip on his hand, trying to push him away from your private parts in a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation.

"Don't fight. Just give yourself to me, Y/N. Let me show you how much you've lost while trying to hide yourself from me in your shadows…" He growls, pressing the tip of the dagger to your nipple. You freeze, moaning as he becomes stiffened by the sheer movement of his blade.

He bites into your neck, making you moan loudly and throwing your head back. He licks and sucks your neck, rubbing his painfully hard cock against your pussy. The water splashes around you, some of it spilling out of the tub due to his sudden movements. A few inches deeper, and he would have slammed into you, bisecting you with his huge cock, which stood ready for you from the moment he saw you in your underwear.

"Can you feel it? Can you feel what you're doing to me? How hard I am because of you? It's like this every time you hand me my blade, perfectly balanced and sharpened, every time you meet all my needs without even communicating with me, you just know what I want by looking at me, my little witch. So tell me, who is a better partner for me than my right hand? Who can I trust more than you? Who should I fuck, full of my heirs, if not you?"

You don't respond; you can't find any words as your brain desperately tries to shout out the pleasure he's giving you and force you to resist him. Unsuccessfully. The warmth of the water, his body, his scent, and his precise, deliberate movements cut off your thoughts. Feyd is practically salivating at the sight of you so lost in lust and desire as he witnesses you lose control for the first time.

He throws away the dagger, which falls with a crash onto the marble floor. Neither of you care as he grabs your hips and, in one smooth, quick movement, turns you around so you can face him.

You only have time to draw in a quick breath before he demands your mouth. You moan into his lips as he kisses you with the same passion and intensity as he did a few weeks ago at the party after you won the fight. You try to pull away from him, but he holds you tightly, placing his hands on your back as he presses you against him. You don't stand a chance against his strength. You can resist him, but you know it won't be long before you collapse from exhaustion. You bite his lip until you draw blood, which only causes him to groan and have him grind against you, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance.

You gasp as he leaves your lips for a while and pulls your hair, exposing your throat to him so he can mark it even more. He sucks on your skin, littering it with hickeys as you feel him slowly move, positioning himself beneath you so that his member presses against the entrance of your pussy.

And just as he's about to join your bodies, to make you two one, to feel your hot, wet, tight walls around him, there's a knock on the bathroom door.

This time, he's the one who freezes, tightening his hold on you. You feel like he's making sure he hasn't misheard or imagined it in this heated moment between you, but when the knocking sounds a second time, he realises it's real.

You pray with gratitude for the soul of the fool who dared to interrupt him, because you know that even if it were something important, he would not live to see the morning.

"What?!" He growls furiously, not letting you go, not letting you move an inch from him, still believing that he can quickly get rid of the intruder and go back to ravaging you, maybe even fucking you while he talks to whoever is standing in front of that damned door. Though Feyd preferred to be fully focused on you when he took you for the first time. However, he was convinced that if he didn't feel you around him soon, he would go crazy. He is so close... all he had to do was push a little more...

"My lord na-baron. The Baron wants to see you. It's very important."

You see pure rage bubbling in his eyes. He growls, shifting you from his lap as he stands up. You look down as you see all of him very clearly, especially what you were exposed to a few moments ago. He throws a towel at you, and you automatically catch it. He wraps one around his waist before he comes back to you again and grabs your throat. He gives you a crazy, passionate kiss, stroking your neck and appreciating the marks he made before pulling away from you.

"We'll come back to it, little witch." He leaves you with that promise, closing the door behind him with a bang.

You hear him shouting something at his harpies, and you shudder at the thought of having to walk past them to get out of here. You lean back against the tub, still sitting in the now-cold water, as you slowly process everything that happened.

You succeeded this time, but you know you won't be so lucky next time. You could either accept... your new responsibilities and his expectations of you, or you could try to break free from him, risking your life.

It was a decision to be made in the privacy of your own chambers. For now, you let yourself lie in the cool water, fully aware that if you weren't interrupted now, he would fuck you silly, likely planting his seed inside you.

Upper rank one, Kokushibō

Kokushibō doesn't usually pay much attention to the relationships you have with others. He trusts that if you want to be by his side, it's because you've chosen to be there. That's why, when another Upper Moon starts seeking you out more often during meetings, Kokushibō doesn't react.

He watches him, naturally, he always watches, but he finds no reason to intervene.

At first, they're casual encounters during meetings, conversations that don't last very long and don't seem particularly important. Then they start happening more often. The other demon approaches you before you can leave, stops to talk to you when everyone else has already gone, and on more than one occasion, he manages to make you smile.

One night, when the meeting ends, you find yourself talking to the same demon again.

Kokushibō is a short distance away, ready to leave, but his steps come to a stop. He doesn't need to hear the conversation to know that there's nothing particularly important about it, and yet he remains there for a few moments, watching as the other demon occupies your attention with an ease that is beginning to become unpleasant to him.

Eventually, he leaves without saying a word.

When you join him later, Kokushibō walks silently beside you. At first, you don't think much of it, accustomed to him being a man of few words, but after several minutes, you start to notice that something is different.

There's a restrained tension in his posture, an almost imperceptible stiffness in his shoulders, and an excessive awareness of everything happening around you.

"You're very quiet," you comment as you glance at him.

Kokushibō doesn't turn his head toward you. "I have nothing to say."

"I don't believe you." You take a few more steps before looking at him again. "You've been like this since the meeting ended."

Kokushibō continues walking, apparently indifferent to your words.

"You're imagining things." His tone is so calm that, for a moment, he almost manages to make you doubt yourself.

However, you know him too well to let it go. There's something in the way he avoids looking at you that confirms you're touching on something he has no intention of acknowledging.

The following days do nothing but confirm it. The other Upper Moon continues approaching you, and Kokushibō seems to be nearby every time he does. He never directly interrupts, he simply appears, stays for a few minutes, and then leaves with you, as if his presence there were merely a coincidence.

One night, however, the other demon stops you again to talk.

"Can we finish that conversation from the other night?"

"Of course." You smile.

Before either of you can say anything else, a deep voice sounds behind you.

"Come with me."

You turn and find Kokushibō watching the two of you. He doesn't seem angry, but his expression is so cold that the other demon falls silent for a few seconds.

"I suppose it can wait," he eventually says before leaving.

You wait until he's out of sight before looking at Kokushibō with a mixture of surprise and reproach.

"What was that?" You look at him with a slight frown.

"I needed to speak with you."

"You could've said that without scaring him off."

Kokushibō remains still for a few seconds, watching the place where the other demon just disappeared. His expression doesn't change, but something in his eyes seems to harden before settling back on you.

"If his matter had been important, he wouldn't have left."

He doesn't seem willing to argue with you, but he doesn't show any intention of taking it back either. He simply resumes walking, considering the conversation over, and you have to hurry to keep up with him.

"You've been doing that a lot lately," you begin cautiously, glancing at him. "Showing up whenever he's talking to me."

The silence stretches on for so long that you eventually turn your head to look at him more closely, and although his expression remains impossible to read, you notice the slightest tension in his jaw before it disappears.

A smile begins to form on your lips when you finally understand what's happening. "You're jealous."

Kokushibō slowly turns his face toward you, giving you a long, silent look before answering.

"You're placing too much importance on my actions."

"Because they're pretty obvious." You bring a hand to your mouth to hide your smile.

Your smile has barely begun to appear when Kokushibō stops. The movement is so sudden that you take another step before realizing he's no longer walking. When you turn around, his eyes remain fixed on you, completely still.

He doesn't look angry, but there's something in his gaze that makes your smile slowly fade.

Before you can ask him what's wrong, Kokushibō raises a hand and takes hold of your face. His fingers settle on either side of your cheeks, his claws pressing lightly against your skin. He doesn't hurt you, but the firmness of his grip makes it clear that he has no intention of letting go.

He forces you to keep your gaze raised toward him as he tilts his head slightly, studying your expression with a calmness that feels far more unsettling than any display of anger.

"Pretty obvious?" he repeats slowly, as if considering your words. His claws press a little deeper into your cheeks. "Then you should have understood sooner that I don't like another occupying a place that isn't his."

The smile has disappeared from your face, and you're unable to find anything to say. Kokushibō doesn't look away, his expression remains cold, but the way he keeps your face held in his hand makes his words carry a much more possessive meaning than you're used to hearing from him.

"A place that isn't his...?" you finally repeat, almost in a whisper.

"Do not mistake my silence for indifference."

His hand closes around your waist, pulling you toward him. His eyes remain fixed on you as he slowly leans closer, giving you barely a moment to understand his intentions before his lips find yours.

The kiss begins controlled and solemn, but soon takes on a much more possessive intensity, as if he wants to make it clear that, in that moment, all your attention belongs to him, and he expects exactly the same from you.

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Upper rank two, Dōma

Dōma doesn't usually mind when other demons seek your company. On the contrary, during meetings, it's quite common to see him talking to whoever happens to cross his path, so he doesn't seem to have any problem when another Upper Moon starts approaching you more often.

At first, he even makes a playful comment about it, watching you from a distance with that unchanging smile that never quite reveals what he's thinking.

However, as the encounters begin to repeat themselves, something changes.

Dōma continues smiling, continues talking to the others, and continues behaving as if nothing has caught his interest, but he starts paying far too much attention to those conversations.

He doesn't feel jealousy the way a human would. There's no insecurity or fear of losing you. What appears in its place is something much colder and unpleasantly simple: the feeling that another demon is starting to claim attention that Dōma already considers his.

The other Upper Moon stops you again during the meeting, and this time the conversation lasts longer than usual. Dōma is talking to Akaza a few feet away, apparently focused on the conversation, but his eyes keep drifting toward you again and again. Akaza even stops halfway through a sentence when he realizes Dōma isn't listening to him anymore.

"Are you paying attention?"

Dōma blinks and looks back at him with an innocent smile. "Of course I am. Go on."

Akaza watches him with obvious suspicion before continuing the conversation. Dōma listens for a few more seconds, until he looks toward you again.

This time, when the other demon makes a move to accompany you as you leave, Dōma gets to his feet.

He approaches with that carefree elegance that characterizes him and stops beside you, smiling as if he'd just happened to find you there.

"Ah, there you are!" Dōma appears with that radiant smile, his fans resting calmly between his fingers. "I was looking for you."

The other demon watches him in silence. "We were talking."

Dōma tilts his head slightly, maintaining his charming expression, although something in his gaze becomes much colder and sharper.

"I don't remember asking whether I could interrupt."

Before you can say anything, Dōma places a hand on your shoulder and gently pulls you toward his side. The gesture seems casual and affectionate, but his fingers tighten, the strength of his grip impossible to miss.

"We're leaving."

"Dōma..." you begin.

"I said we're leaving, darling."

Only once you've gotten far enough away does Dōma slightly loosen the pressure of his hand on your arm, although he doesn't let go completely.

"He was so persistent," he murmurs with a pout. "I thought he'd never let you go."

The lightness of his words contrasts with the firmness of his fingers, and when you try to move away slightly to regain some space, his grip immediately tightens.

"You didn't have to drag me away like that."

Dōma turns his head toward you with an innocent smile. "Drag you away? What an ugly way to put it."

His eyes shine with that artificial cheerfulness that never quite leaves his face.

"I was just stopping you from wasting any more time." Dōma maintains a carefree expression as he continues walking with you, as if he genuinely believes he's just done you a favor.

"Don't be jealous. I wasn't wasting my time, I was enjoying the conversation," you reply, narrowing your eyes to see if Dōma will fall for your cheap provocation.

He continues walking beside you without answering, but his hand stops moving against your arm. Little by little, his fingers loosen until he lets go of you completely. You might think you've managed to make him understand that you're upset, but then Dōma stops.

When you turn around, you find him watching you in silence. There's no trace left of the artificial cheerfulness he'd been joking with a few seconds ago.

One of his hands closes around your neck, forcing you to stop in front of him. "I don't like the way you're talking to me."

His fingers remain around your neck without squeezing hard enough to hurt you, but the firmness of his grip makes it perfectly clear that he could snap your neck if he wanted to.

"Like what?" you ask breathlessly, keeping your gaze on him despite your surprise.

Dōma tilts his head slightly, studying your expression from so close that you can feel his breath against your skin.

"Like I'm someone you can provoke and then simply walk away from." The smile returns to his lips, although this time there's nothing warm about it. "You're not very good at knowing how far you can push me, darling."

"And you're not very good at accepting that not everything revolves around you." Your hand rises to his wrist, not to pull him away just yet, but to let him know that you've understood the message perfectly.

His eyes lock onto yours, and for the first time since the conversation began, it seems you've managed to wipe every trace of amusement from his face. The pressure of his fingers increases slightly, just enough to remind you that you're not talking to someone who has much patience.

"No, not everything revolves around me," he finally murmurs. His thumb moves slowly over the skin of your neck, almost delicately, while his gaze remains fixed on yours. "But you do."

His answer leaves you speechless.

"And I don't like sharing."

He leans toward you, seeking your lips in a deeper and deliberately possessive kiss. His arms eventually wrap completely around you, holding you against him as he continues kissing you as if he has no intention of letting you go. When he finally pulls back enough to look at you, his eyes narrow with an almost childish amusement.

When you try to pull away after the kiss, his hand slides to your waist and pulls you toward him again.

"Why are you trying to escape?" he murmurs with a quiet laugh.

Before you can answer, he kisses you again. This time, his hand tightens around your waist, his claws pressing into your skin as he pulls you even closer, while a smile appears against your lips.

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Upper rank three, Akaza

Akaza doesn't usually pay much attention to who chooses to approach you. He's not someone who needs to know who you're talking to at all times, much less someone who's going to interrupt a conversation just because another demon has decided to seek your company. If you're safe and there's no danger, he has no reason to intervene.

That's why, at first, he doesn't mind another Upper Moon starting to train with you. In fact, when he finds out, he simply nods.

"Are you going to train with him?"

"Yes. He said he wants to help me with a technique I still haven't mastered."

Akaza crosses his arms as he watches you. "If he can teach you something useful, do it."

Akaza starts seeing you return after training, sometimes with your hair disheveled, other times with small marks on your clothes and a satisfied expression because you've managed to improve. He never asks too much, he simply listens when you tell him how it went.

"He told me I'm placing my foot wrong," you comment one afternoon, demonstrating the movement to show him. "He made me repeat it until I managed to do it correctly."

Akaza watches your feet for a few seconds.

"And did he have to touch you to correct it?" The question comes so dryly that you stop moving.

"Yes. Why?" you ask, tilting your head slightly as you try to understand what just changed in his expression.

"It's not necessary."

You frown slightly. "How do you know that?"

Akaza doesn't answer. His jaw tightens as he looks away, and although he tries to hide it, you already know you've found the exact thing that's bothering him.

"You're jealous." Your eyes widen in surprise.

"No."

"Akaza."

"I told you I'm not jealous." This time the response comes out louder. His hands slowly clench at his sides, as if he's holding himself back from doing or saying something he knows he shouldn't.

"Then explain what's wrong." The smile slowly fades from your face as you realize this isn't a game anymore.

There's something genuinely dark beneath his irritation, something Akaza is trying to control and doesn't seem particularly interested in showing you.

"It bothers me seeing him near you, it bothers me when he touches you, and it bothers me when you come back talking about him." His voice drops to a murmur. "You can train with whoever you want, you can talk to whoever you want, you can even let him put his hands on you again if that's what you want, but don't expect me to stay calm about it."

"There's nothing between him and me..."

His hand closes around your wrist and pulls you slightly toward him. The movement is abrupt, far too abrupt, and his fingers dig into your skin harder than he intended.

"I don't care. I want to keep him away from you." His voice is low and rough. "I don't care if that sounds irrational."

You try to pull your wrist free, more out of surprise than anything else, but Akaza takes a second too long to realize that he's still holding you too tightly.

"Akaza..." Your voice loses some of its previous firmness as you lower your gaze toward his hand. "You're hurting me."

Akaza's expression changes instantly. His eyes drop to your wrist, and he immediately loosens his fingers, although he doesn't let go completely. For a few seconds, he remains completely still, staring at the mark beginning to appear on your skin.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." His voice has lost some of its previous harshness.

"It's okay..." you murmur, looking away. "But I'm not something you can own."

"I know."

"Then stop talking as if I am."

Akaza moves a little closer. His hand leaves your wrist and settles on your waist, holding you firmly as he keeps you close to him.

"That's what infuriates me." His voice becomes almost a growl. "If you were mine, I could keep him away from you, I could tell him not to come near you again, and the problem would be over."

"But I'm not."

"No, and yet..." His fingers tighten slightly against your waist, his claws brushing against your skin, but you don't flinch. "Every time I see him near you, I have to remind myself of that."

"And what happens if one day you don't want to remind yourself?" you ask, narrowing your eyes as you keep your gaze on him while your fingers lightly clutch the fabric of his vest.

Akaza suddenly goes completely still. "What do you mean?"

"That maybe one day you'll decide you don't want to keep holding yourself back."

Akaza's expression darkens. The tension that had remained contained in his face becomes much more apparent, hardening his features as his eyes lock onto yours. There's something more dangerous in his gaze, something that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Better not push me that far."

"Is that a threat?" Your fingers tighten around the fabric as you pull him slightly closer, lifting your chin defiantly.

"No." Akaza tilts his head slightly, moving closer as his eyes roam over your face. "It's a warning."

His thumb begins to slowly caress your waist, a movement that contradicts the harshness of his words.

"Because when it comes to you, I don't trust myself to know what I'm capable of."

He doesn't give you a chance to answer, because Akaza closes the small distance between you and kisses you. The kiss deepens as his hand continues moving over your waist, as if he wants to memorize every curve without giving you any opportunity to pull away.

He doesn't give you time to think, only to feel the intensity with which he claims you in his arms. His fingers slide to your back and hold you against him, while his other hand sinks into your hair to keep you from moving too far away.

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Upper rank six, Gyutaro

Gyutaro isn't the type to worry too much when someone seeks your company. In fact, at first he even seems accustomed to it. He's far too familiar with the feeling of being on the sidelines, watching others receive what he never had, so when another demon approaches you during meetings, he says nothing.

He simply watches him from some corner, with that twisted expression that makes it difficult to tell whether he's bored or thinking about something much worse. If you return to him afterward, he doesn't ask what he wanted either. He simply continues with whatever you were doing as if nothing had happened.

However, something changes when he starts to notice that this demon isn't just seeking your company, but seems to trust you especially. One afternoon, during a meeting, the other Upper Moon makes a mistake and several of those present begin making fun of him.

You're the only one who steps in to stop them, pointing out that the mistake hadn't been that serious and that there was no need to humiliate him over it.

Later, when you're finally alone, Gyutaro is especially quiet. He remains seated while you do something beside him, his gaze distant and his fingers absentmindedly playing with the edge of his clothes.

Finally, when he can't stand keeping what he's been mulling over to himself any longer, he lets out a small, dry laugh.

"You're such a good person."

The comment makes you look up at him. "What?"

Gyutaro shrugs slightly, although the expression on his face doesn't match the carefree gesture.

"Nothing, you're a really good person, huh?" His lips curve into a smile as he watches you. "Defending anyone who needs it."

"They were being unfair to him," you say, narrowing your eyes cautiously.

"Yeah," the answer comes with a small snort of laughter. Gyutaro lowers his gaze to his own hands and starts absentmindedly scratching one of his nails. "It disgusted me seeing you defend him."

Gyutaro finally looks up at you. His eyes slowly move across your face before settling on yours.

"You stayed by his side," his smile gradually disappears. "You comforted him as if you cared about what he might feel, and it made me want to rip his tongue out."

"Gyutaro..." Your eyes widen in surprise and you take a step toward him, alarmed.

"What?" He tilts his head slightly, somewhere between amused and irritated. "Are you worried I'll do it?"

"I don't want you to hurt anyone because of me."

"Too bad," his hand rises and his fingers slowly catch a strand of your hair, moving it away from your face. The gesture could almost seem affectionate if it weren't for the way his eyes continue watching you. "Because I do."

There's something deeply unsettling about the calmness with which he says it.

"I don't like other people thinking they can get close to you."

"That doesn't mean you can decide who talks to me," you frown, and Gyutaro's hand tightens its grip on your hair.

"I know, but what pisses me off the most is that you don't understand how fucking easy it would be for someone better than me to keep your attention," his expression becomes more serious as he slowly lets the strand of your hair fall from between his fingers. "They just have to be better-looking, stronger, less unpleasant, less miserable."

"You're not unpleasant or miserable."

"Yes, I am," he says it matter-of-factly. "You know that."

Before you can answer, his hand closes around your waist and pulls you toward him. He doesn't do it with the gentleness of someone seeking comfort, but with the almost desperate need to make sure you're still there.

“That's why I don't like it when someone gets too close. I know exactly how this works,” his face is very close to yours. "At first you choose me, then someone better comes along, and eventually you realize you made a mistake."

"That's not going to happen."

"That's what everyone says."

Gyutaro lowers his gaze toward you, and for a moment he seems to see himself the way he always has, as someone who expects to be replaced even when no one has suggested that's going to happen.

"There's always someone better," his finger slowly moves along your cheek before stopping beneath your chin. "And you're far too good for someone like me."

"Don't say that again."

"Why?" His smile widens. "It's true."

You move a little closer and place your hands against his chest. He lowers his gaze toward them, surprised, before looking at you again.

"I've already chosen you," you murmur irritably. "So stop acting like you're waiting for someone to come and take me away from you."

A low laugh escapes his lips.

"You're so naive. You don't know how easy it would be to make you stay by my side."

The smile remains, but his eyes grow much darker as his hand slowly moves up your back. He doesn't hurt you, but the strength with which he keeps you against him makes it clear that he's not talking about anything innocent.

"Gyutaro..." you say in warning.

"I know." His smile turns crooked. "I'm not going to."

He pauses.

"For now."

Gyutaro tilts his head slightly and watches your reaction with a kind of cruel fascination, as if part of him enjoys seeing how much fear he could provoke in you while another part desperately needs to know that, even so, you're not going to leave.

Gyutaro holds your chin with one hand, gently forcing you to keep your face raised toward him. He leans in until his lips meet yours and kisses you without any hurry, keeping his fingers firm beneath your chin throughout the kiss.

When you try to turn your face away slightly, his grip tightens and guides you back toward him, as if he isn't willing to let the moment end that easily.

When he pulls away just slightly, his face remains dangerously close to yours. His thumb slowly traces your lower lip as he watches you, and a new dark smile begins to appear on his lips. He doesn't seem satisfied yet, so he leans in again and kisses you a second time, more intensely, while his eyes remain half-lidded, intent on catching every change in your expression.