velvet

but the long, yet very short-lived game of cat and mouse left the eldest brother the victor, fair and square.

shin couldn't even deny the truth; it was clear as day when he caught a glimpse of carla snatching you up from a mile away, your frightened yelps echoing into the darkness of the forest surrounding you. the sight made the younger brother’s face twist in dismay, clicking his tongue and cursing at him for even deciding to play in the first place when he never wanted to before—not until you came along.

somehow, it felt like he was showing off, proving something, reminding shin of one fact that would not change—as sick as he was, carla still had the upper hand as the strongest brother.

and, with the perks of being the strongest, came the fact that your blood was first-come, first-served.

by the time shin had found you two, you were succumbing to your own sinful desires in carla’s arms, allowing yourself to be claimed by the founder as his fangs showed no mercy on your neck. your cries of pain and pleasure danced with the wind, a mix of hopelessness and exhilaration, and with another greedy bite on the curve of your throat, the moonlight flickered through your teary eyes and began to dim.

it was when your knees started to shake that the eldest flashed his stained fangs with a pleased sigh, your legs going numb as you collapsed into his arms, desperate for air.

just when you thought you had a moment of mercy, you were suddenly blindsided by a gloved hand grabbing you from behind and yanking your body to collide with another. your head was forced back, exposing your teeth-ridden neck once more as sinful lips feathered your ear with a promise of thorough punishment for even thinking of letting another man have you, let alone his own blood.

the cold night air nipped at the bare skin of your shoulders as your coat slipped to the ground, eager fingers working their way to the buttons that held your chest hostage from their torment.

shin ensured you felt him deep within, his fangs sinking into your flesh as a bold reminder that you were his—taking you in all your favorite spots. not even carla would suspect a thing. the sensitive skin behind your neck, the plush innermost part of your thigh, even the ticklish area around your waist—he'd carve into your body every time with calculated ease, watching and almost shuddering himself as he saw you unravel between them. your face twisting from mind-numbing pain to absolute ecstasy was quite the sight, and your lover craved to see more.

his older brother would never know you like shin would, and he'd make sure to keep it that way.

carla would never realize that you enjoy being fondled while having your blood sucked or how the more you are teased, the sweeter you become. carla would never think that you'd be even more vocal if he kissed around your collarbones, or that you would be pulling on his hair right now if he didn't restrain your hands.

all these secrets about you that shin would make sure he would never know.

Every time I open this app, it's like I'm hearing my neighbors argue in their garden.