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Warnings: omegaverse, non-traditional omegaverse if you squint really hard, one night stands, identity confusion, mentions of pills and alcohol, angst, emotional vulnerability, mature content
Suzuko collects flings like jewels, never keeping them.
Then comes Ellis—twilight-eyed, easy laughter, impossible to forget.
Not love, not yet. But something she can’t let go.
ⅰ
The bar glowed low and golden, all glass and mirrors, music pulsing like a slow heartbeat. Suzuko was a creature of shadow and light here—pale as bone, gold hair catching the dim lamps, amber eyes drinking in the dark. She sat at the counter with her mocktail: lemon, clean and sharp, the glass straw catching against her lips. No ice, no decoration. She liked her edges neat.
Men stared. Alphas, mostly, prowling in their sharp suits and cheap cologne. They thought they knew what to do with her, what to offer. None of them mattered.
She didn’t even look up when someone slid into the seat beside her. Broad-shouldered, taller than most, but easy in his posture. Not looming, not pressing. His drink clinked down—something amber and burning—and his voice cut through the haze without trying too hard.
“You look like you’re pretending to enjoy yourself.”
Suzuko turned, gaze slow, deliberate. He had dark curls, untamed, catching glimmers of violet where the light hit. Twilight-colored eyes, the kind that seemed like they’d seen too much and cared too little. Not Alpha-pretty, but Alpha-confident.
“Maybe I am,” she said, crisp, clipped. Her words always carried teeth. “Why do you care?”
He smirked. “Don’t. Just curious.”
She studied him, letting silence stretch until it was sharp. His shoulders were wide, his frame solid, nothing delicate in the way he took up space. He looked like an Alpha. Moved like one, too—steady, unrushed, as if the world already belonged to him. Exactly her type for one thing only.
“Curiosity is a waste of time,” she said finally, sipping her lemon drink. “You either act, or you don’t.”
His smile curved wider, lazy. “Then act. Or don’t.”
Suzuko tilted her head, measuring. Usually she picked men, Alphas, by how fast they took the bait. By how quickly their need swallowed them. This one… he didn’t chase. He waited. As if her answer mattered less than the moment itself.
That was different.
“Let’s go,” she said at last, sliding from her seat, the hem of her black dress slicing her figure like a blade.
He didn’t blink. Just stood, tall and unhurried, and followed her into the night.
ⅱ
The hotel suite was sharp lines and polished surfaces, just like all the others. Suzuko always booked the same type: high floor, corner room, the kind of sterile luxury that was expensive enough to mean nothing. White sheets, black marble, chrome details. These rooms blurred together like a string of faceless partners—stage, performance, blackout curtain.
Her heels clicked against the marble as she crossed inside, the sound crisp and final. She didn’t bother with the view. The city could burn or glow; she wasn’t here for it.
Ellis followed, slower, taking in the suite with a kind of calm detachment. He didn’t look dazzled, didn’t sneer either. Just seemed to absorb it. That nonchalance pulled at her nerves in ways she didn’t care to examine.
“You’re not going to stand there gawking, are you?” she said, sharp as glass.
A crooked smile touched his lips. “Was waiting. You seem like the type who likes control.”
Her answer was the rustle of fabric as she let her dress slip down her frame, pooling at her feet in a dark puddle. The hotel lights caught the glitter of her jewelry: gold collier snug against her throat, cuffs at her wrists, an anklet flashing as she shifted her weight. Moonstone drops gleamed faintly, pale fire against her skin. Her armor. Her boundary.
Ellis didn’t lunge like others. He leaned, steady, his black shirt stretching against his frame. And there—a glint. A gold chain slipped from beneath his collar, catching light as he moved. A long pendant, not ornamental but worn, scuffed with time. The metal brushed against his chest as he reached for her, the shape of something kept close rather than flaunted.
Suzuko’s gaze caught on it before she pulled it higher, pressing her nails lightly against the cotton of his shirt. “Sentimental?” she asked, voice half-cutting, half-curious.
“Maybe,” he said easily. “You don’t strike me as the type, though.”
“I’m not.” The words came out too quickly.
Then his mouth was on hers, firm, deliberate—not Alpha-possession, not hunger gnawing at the edges. His kiss had weight without greed, a patience that unsettled her more than dominance ever had. The pendant brushed faintly against her collarbone as his chest pressed to hers, gold against gold, but so different from her gleaming armor.
Her body bent toward him, surprised at her own urgency. Every Alpha she’d ever touched had been fire consuming oxygen. Ellis was something else entirely. Not a blaze, but a gravity that pulled her in despite her resistance.
And later, when her jewelry still clung to her skin under his hands, when the sheets tangled pale around them, Suzuko found herself remembering not the hotel’s sterile lines but the faint swing of that gold pendant — like a reminder he wasn’t here to take anything from her. Only to meet her, where she burned.
ⅲ
Suzuko woke with the precision of habit, though the sheets were tangled around her like a net. Her head never fogged—she never drank, never let herself blur. Control was everything. The morning light crept pale and intrusive through the sheer curtains, making her squint. She pushed herself up on one elbow, hair tumbling like molten gold, amber eyes sensitive against the sharp edge of sun.
Ellis was sprawled on his stomach, one arm crooked under the pillow. The necklace had slipped free from his collarbone during the night, pendant glinting faintly against skin as pale as hers. The sight startled her. He looked … peaceful. Not conquered, not smug, not demanding. Just at ease, as if this sterile suite were a familiar place to rest.
Her throat clicked dry. She reached for her clutch on the bedside table, snapped it open, and shook a pill into her palm. Swallowed it with the water bottle she always set beside her bed. A ritual, seamless.
“Morning.”
The word drifted out, rough with sleep but calm, almost lazy. Ellis had rolled to his side, watching her through half-lidded eyes. His voice didn’t carry the clipped sharpness of alphas she’d known—no smugness at having had her. Just an easy warmth.
Suzuko tilted her chin. “You’re awake.”
“Hard not to be, with all that noise,” he teased, voice dragging on the vowels.
She ignored the quip, tucking the pill case back into her clutch. But when she glanced up, Ellis wasn’t watching her face. He was watching her hand, the bottle, the label she hadn’t thought twice about. His eyes sharpened.
“…Those aren’t Alpha pills.”
The words dropped like a stone.
Suzuko froze. Her heart thudded once, hard. She forced her features to stay cool, distant. “What of it?”
Ellis’ lips parted, not in shock but something softer—like realization falling into place. He pushed himself up, necklace swinging forward with the motion, pendant catching in the weak morning light. “You’re… Omega.”
Her breath clipped short. “And you’re not?” she snapped, sharper than intended.
He blinked, then—to her astonishment—laughed. A low, unbothered sound, like he truly found it funny. “That’s rich. I thought you were Alpha. All this—” he gestured lightly at her jewelry, her poise, the way she sat upright in bed as if commanding a stage “—screamed it. Confidence. Power. Untouchable.”
Suzuko’s nails dug into the sheet, knuckles white. “And you—” she bit, voice like glass “—walk into a bar with that build, that presence, acting like you own the air. Of course I thought you were Alpha.”
For a moment, the words hung between them like unsheathed blades. And then Ellis tilted his head back against the headboard, smile slanting crooked. “Guess we’re both bad at reading the script.”
She hated the twist in her stomach at that—the urge to laugh with him, to let the absurdity soften her edges. Instead she crossed her arms, bracelets biting into her skin. “This doesn’t change anything.”
“Doesn’t have to.” His tone was maddeningly easy. “But admit it—last night hit different.”
Suzuko glared, but the memory of his steady hands, his patient kiss, the swing of his necklace against her collarbone … all of it flooded heat through her chest. She looked away.
“You talk too much,” she muttered.
Ellis smirked, settling back into the pillows, casual as the dawn itself. “And you like it.”
She hated that he wasn’t wrong.
ⅳ
The suite again. Always the suite—white sheets, dark marble, her gold shining like a shield.
But it blurred.
Ellis’ laugh in the half-light, low and unhurried, like he had time when she never allowed herself any. The necklace pendant grazing her sternum as he leaned down. Her nails skimming his back, sharp but not cutting. His hand settling against her waist, steady, not claiming—a contrast so stark it made her breath hitch.
Another night: her bracelets slipping halfway down her arm as he pulled her wrist above her head, lips brushing her knuckles before sliding lower. His casual grin as she rolled her eyes at him, feigning boredom, when inside the tension was sharp enough to splinter.
She remembered shadows thrown across the wall, tangled bodies in motion, the taste of sweat and something sweet she couldn’t place. The sound of her own voice breaking sharp edges into softer notes.
Sometimes, he murmured things she couldn’t hold on to in the haze—not declarations, never that, but fragments: “You deserve better nights than lonely ones.” Or: “You don’t have to keep the armor on with me.” Words dissolving into her skin before she could push them away.
The memories folded over one another, indistinct, blurred, yet clear in their repetition: she kept coming back. He kept being there.
The hotel suite never changed, but something in her had.
ⅴ
The city looked different in daylight. Suzuko rarely saw it this way—not from sidewalks cluttered with bakeries and tiny shops, tucked into streets that the rich never bothered to map in their minds. She walked beside Ellis, her sunglasses oversized, her stride as sharp as ever. Still, she couldn’t help noticing the way sunlight dappled across his dark curls, catching the purple sheen as if it were painted there by the sky itself.
“This way,” he said, voice lazy but sure, tugging her down a narrow side street. His necklace swung with the motion, pendant flashing gold. He looked nothing like her usual companions, too casual in his black shirt and worn jacket, but his presence was steady, grounding.
The café was small, the kind of place where tables were packed close and the walls smelled like yeast and sugar. Shelves brimmed with bread loaves in every shape, baskets lined with croissants and rolls dusted with flour. Suzuko hesitated at the threshold, her golden accessories gleaming too brightly for this dim little corner of the world.
Ellis noticed. “Relax,” he said, pushing open the door for her with an easy grin. “They don’t bite. Unless you ask.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she followed. The bell chimed overhead, soft and homely. A world away from chandeliers and silk sheets.
Ellis ordered without looking at a menu—a plate of rye bread for balance, something glazed and golden from the display, and a little dish of cranberry jam. He added hot milk with honey for himself, spoken with the certainty of a ritual.
Suzuko lingered, her tone precise when she finally spoke: “Lemon custard. And lemon tea. Plain.”
At the table, she sat with her back straight, fingers resting against the rim of her cup as though it were a prop. Ellis, by contrast, slouched comfortably, tearing into a piece of bread with his hands. He looked utterly at home.
“So,” he said, chewing slowly. “First time here?”
Suzuko’s brow arched. “Do I look like someone who spends her afternoons in … bakeries?”
He smirked, brushing a crumb from his lip. “You look like someone who could use one.”
The retort came fast, sharp—but she didn’t say it. Instead, she stared at the rows of bread on the counter, people laughing softly at other tables, the way the air felt thick with warmth and familiarity. Something caught in her throat.
“I don’t do this,” she said finally, words clipped.
Ellis tilted his head. “Do what?”
Her nails clicked against her cup. “This. Daylight. Cafés. Sitting across from someone. It’s not—” She broke off, the sharp edge faltering for just a second. Her bracelets clinked softly when she folded her arms. “Strangers always stay strangers. No strings.”
Ellis leaned back, eyes warm but not heavy. “And you still came with me.”
She met his gaze, amber eyes burning but unsteady. “…For the bread.”
He grinned. “Sure.”
And somehow, the bread really was good.
ⅵ
Her face in a mirror, bare without earrings.
She hardly recognized herself without the armor—pale skin, too much gold in her hair, too much softness in her mouth. It felt indecent, like standing without clothes.
His laughter echoing in her apartment stairwell.
Warm, careless, rolling down the narrow space like it belonged there. She had never heard laughter in that stairwell before. Never let anyone inside. The sound didn’t leave, even after he did.
A soft curse as she tripped on a step, caught by steady hands.
Her ankle had twisted—ridiculous, humiliating. She never stumbled. She never allowed herself to. And yet Ellis caught her easily, steadying her with a quiet, “Got you.”
The way her pulse leapt when he didn’t let go right away.
She should have pulled back. Should have brushed it off with sharp words, something to reassert her control. But instead, her body betrayed her, standing still, breathing shallow, heat blooming in her chest.
These were moments that didn’t fit her rules.
Rules that had always kept her safe, untouchable, golden and bright on her own terms. Yet now—little fractures had begun to thread through the surface, weaving Ellis into spaces she never allowed anyone to occupy.
And she hated how much she didn’t want to stop it.
ⅶ
Suzuko’s apartment had never hosted anyone but her.
Not the possessive alphas she discarded, not the admirers who begged. No stranger had ever crossed its threshold—until Ellis.
He stepped inside, glancing at the black chandeliers, the stripped-down elegance of the place. “It’s very you,” he said, voice low, casual.
“Sharp and clean?” she asked, unclasping her heels with a deft flick.
His pendant caught the chandelier’s glow as he leaned against the wall, smiling. “Sharp, yeah. But the kind of sharp that dares you to touch it.”
Her lips curved. “Careful. You might cut yourself.”
The bedroom opened like a secret, silk sheets in shades of shadow and light. Suzuko stood before him, fingers moving to the clasps at her wrist, sliding each golden bracelet free. One by one, they rang soft as they dropped onto the bedside table.
Ellis’s gaze followed every piece. The collier, the earrings, the rings—her armor stripped away. “You never took them off before,” he murmured.
Her hands lingered at the chain of her necklace, the moonstone drop catching the light like a drop of ice. She unclasped it slowly, deliberately, and set it down last. “I felt like it,” she said, sharp, like daring him to question her. “I’m home. No reason to hide.”
Ellis stepped closer, heat radiating from his body, the faint honeyed scent of his skin brushing against her. “You’re not hiding,” he said softly. “You’re letting me see.”
The words pressed under her skin, electric. She tilted her chin, eyes narrowing. “Careful with your words. I don’t do confessions.”
“Good.” His lips brushed her jaw, easy but sure. “Neither do I.”
Her breath hitched—rare, sharp. His hands were warm against her hips, not possessive, not demanding. Just steady.
She dragged him toward the bed, silk sheets cool against her back when she pulled him down with her. The pendant at his chest pressed to her collarbone, golden and unyielding, even as his mouth found hers.
For once, Suzuko didn’t shove it aside.
ⅷ
The city glittered below, all fractured gold and white, lights scattered like jewels across the dark. From her balcony, Suzuko leaned against the railing, silk nightgown clinging to her body like spilled shadow. No jewelry weighed on her throat, her wrists, her ankles. She felt bare, lighter than she should have, the night air licking at her pale skin.
She squinted against the brightness of the city, amber eyes narrowing. Always too much light. She had always been the sun in name, in image, but nights like these reminded her why she loved the moon instead. The moon didn’t blind. The moon let her breathe.
The glass door clicked softly behind her. Ellis stepped out, hair mussed from sleep, his presence easy as ever. He leaned beside her at the railing, close enough that his shoulder brushed hers.
“You don’t sleep much, do you?” he asked, voice casual, almost amused.
“I don’t need to,” Suzuko said crisply, though her eyes stayed on the horizon. “The night belongs to me.”
Ellis chuckled, low and warm. “Guess that makes sense. You’re sun-colored, but you’ve got the moon’s habits.”
She shot him a sideways look, sharp and cutting—but found him watching her without fear, without question, only quiet wonder. As though her contradictions made sense. As though she wasn’t a puzzle to solve, but something to sit beside.
Her chest tightened, unexpectedly.
“You’re different,” she said at last, each word distinct, measured. “We’re… different. This isn’t what people want to see.”
Ellis shrugged, easy. “People see what they wanna see. I see you. That’s enough.”
Suzuko turned back to the city. The golden lights blurred for a moment, then steadied again. She breathed in the cool air, let it fill her chest.
“I won’t call it love,” she said, firm, sharp-edged. “Don’t expect me to.”
Ellis didn’t answer right away. He let the silence stretch, comfortable. Then: “Didn’t ask you to.”
Their shoulders brushed again, steady, warm. Suzuko let it linger.
She didn’t know what tomorrow would bring—she never cared to. The future was a fickle thing, a promise she had no interest in keeping. All she knew was the weight of the nightgown clinging to her skin, the absence of jewelry at her throat, and the quiet presence of Ellis beside her.
For now, that was enough.
For now, she wouldn’t let go.
And the moon hung overhead, silent witness to a truth she’d never put into words.
Warnings: jealous!ellis, possessive (but loving) undertones, relationship power dynamics, slight eerieness, sulky!oc, modern!au without curses, mature non-explicit content
Author's note: Believe or not, I'm alive and I'm in the mood for Ellis stories. I wanted to write something with little drama and a whimsical feeling, so here you go. The warnings sound worse than they actually are, I swear.
Rose and Ellis live in a world stitched from soft fabric and quiet devotion, where fairy lights glow like stars and nightly rituals bind them closer than words ever could. At work, the world misunderstands her brilliance and celebrates his charm, but at home, they exist only for each other. In the hush of combs, braids, and tender praise, their love unfolds like a secret spell—delicate, whimsical, and unbreakable.
The workshop buzzed with the usual rhythm of machines, the hum of voices, and the shuffle of fabric being cut and sewn. Rose sat at her station, needle gliding with careful precision, every stitch tight, neat, flawless. Her posture was straight, her face composed into the polite mask everyone at work expected from her.
But the sound of Ellis’ laugh carried across the room, pulling at her composure like a snag in her thread.
He was standing by the client boards, tall enough to tower slightly above the others gathered there. His twilight eyes crinkled with warmth as he charmed a group of coworkers, his voice smooth, his presence magnetic. Someone joked, and Ellis’ easy grin spread wide, drawing another ripple of laughter. Compliments followed, casual words of admiration tossed his way.
Rose’s hand twitched. Her needle pricked her fingertip. She hissed softly, not at the sting but at herself for slipping. Annoyance curled in her chest, quiet and heavy, but she didn’t let it show. She never let it show. Her lips stayed in their polite line, her movements controlled, even as each laugh that followed Ellis’ words felt like a pinprick. They weren’t praising his skill—they never did. Just his charm. And still, he basked in it so effortlessly. She told herself it didn’t matter. She was the one who made the curtains hang straight, the folds precise, the rooms elegant. Perfection didn’t need applause. And yet, the hunger for it gnawed at her all the same. She wanted—no, needed—to be seen, to be acknowledged for what only she could do.
Ellis’ praise helped. More than helped. When he said she was brilliant, she almost believed it. But others? Their silence made her question everything.
A junior decorator shuffled closer, hesitant. “Rose… could you maybe show me that curtain fold again? The one from last week?”
Rose lifted her gaze, and the girl faltered under its weight. Still, Rose smoothed her tone, calm and clipped. “Fine. Watch closely.”
Her hands moved with practiced grace as she demonstrated. The girl fumbled on her first try, then again on the second. Rose’s patience stretched taut. Precision was natural to her—watching someone else stumble through it felt unbearable.
Ellis laughed again, louder this time. Praise followed. The sound dug deeper than Rose wanted to admit. Her jaw tightened, her stitches sharper, tighter. Perfect, always perfect. If she could just make it flawless, maybe the gnawing ache in her chest would quiet.
They walked home together after work. Ellis swung the bag of groceries lightly, as though the day had cost him nothing. “You were amazing today,” he said, that same warm grin curving his lips. “The folds you taught that kid? Flawless. I swear, no one else could’ve shown it like you.”
Rose didn’t answer. Her pout tugged at the corners of her mouth, betraying her mood despite her silence. Her hands itched to fidget, but she clasped them tight around her bag strap instead. She hated how childish it sounded even in her own head: why did he get the smiles while she got silence? When Ellis praised her, it was different. He saw her. But others… others should have seen too. Shouldn’t they? She bit the words back, but when she finally spoke, it slipped out smaller than she meant, edged in sulkiness.
“You’re quiet,” Ellis teased gently.
“I’m always quiet.”
“Not with me.” His twilight eyes flicked toward her, gleaming. “Come on, what’s wrong?”
She walked a step faster, but his stride caught up easily. “Everyone looks at you,” she muttered finally. “Laughing at your jokes. Hanging on your words. I sit there all day, working until my fingers ache, and…” Her voice trailed, frustration biting the rest back.
Ellis tilted his head, studying her. Instead of brushing it aside, he slowed, his smile softening. “They don’t see you the way I do, Rose. They couldn’t. You’re brilliant.”
Her cheeks heated. “You say that so easily.”
“Because it’s true,” he replied simply.
The apartment door shut behind them with a soft click. Rose slipped off her shoes, shoulders slumping as her work mask cracked. She wandered toward the kitchen, dropping her bag on the counter with a little more force than necessary. “They act like you walk on water,” she muttered, pulling her hair tie loose. “Like you’re the only one worth praising.”
The words escaped before she could stop them, low and sharp like steam escaping a kettle. Rose hated how petulant she sounded, hated that Ellis would hear the jealousy she fought to hide all day. At work she’d stitched it down into silence; here, in their little kitchen, it frayed loose, spilling into the open like an unraveling thread.
She didn’t hear his steps at first, only felt the way the air shifted when Ellis moved in behind her. His presence loomed warm and unshakable, his shadow stretching over her small frame.
“Jealous?” His voice was low, almost velvet, but edged with something that made her freeze. His shadow draped over her back, swallowing her small frame whole.
Rose’s throat tightened. She didn’t look at him.
“Good,” he whispered, closer now, his breath hot at her ear. “I like when you care that much. When you can’t stand the thought of anyone else’s eyes on me. Because I can’t stand it either.”
She shivered, and her mutiny died in her throat.
The canopy bed filled the small bedroom, layered with plushies, blankets, and the airy curtains Rose had sewn herself. Fairy lights twinkled around the posts, casting the room in soft golden glow. Rose climbed onto the mattress cross-legged, expectant, waiting. Ellis followed, her small frame fitting neatly between his thighs. He picked up the comb, running it slowly through her hair, untangling it with gentle strokes.
But tonight, her pout lingered, lips pressed stubbornly together.
“You’re still sulking,” Ellis murmured, voice warm.
“I’m not.”
“You are.” His tone had changed—lower, heavier, as though her sulk stirred something in him. He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. “And I like it. It reminds me how badly you want to be seen.”
The comb stilled. He set it carefully aside on the blankets, then slid his hands around her waist. He pulled her back against him, her spine pressed to his chest, his embrace unyielding. His lips grazed her neck, lingering.
“They can laugh at my jokes all they want,” he whispered, his twilight eyes burning when she dared glance at him over her shoulder. “But none of them have this. None of them have you.”
Her breath caught. The jealousy that had poisoned her earlier now seemed almost foolish, burned away in the heat of his words.
“Ellis…” she whispered, her protest thin.
He turned her gently, pressing her into the sea of blankets. The canopy curtains swayed, cocooning them in soft fabric and light. His hands held her firm—not cruel, never cruel—but steady, grounding her in place as if to etch the truth into her bones: she was his.
“Mine,” he breathed against her skin, the word molten with certainty. His lips brushed her jaw, her temple, her cheek. “My Rose.” He kissed lower, tracing the line of her throat. “Mine to hold.” Another kiss, softer, lingering. “Mine to protect.” His voice thickened, almost breaking with the weight of it. “Mine to love.”
Her sulk faltered, slipping into a trembling exhale as his words sank deep.
His hand slid to her cheek, tilting her face to his. “My happiness,” he whispered, their foreheads touching. “My beauty. My everything. No one else. Only me.”
His twilight gaze pinned her, sharp as it was tender, and the praise broke her last shred of resistance. She melted beneath him, her lips parting against his, her breath catching as the worship in his words transformed into heat.
Above them, the fairy lights glowed faintly, a constellation just for them. And within that cocoon of soft fabric and shadows, Ellis claimed her with reverence, with hunger, with devotion.
And Rose, sinking into his twilight gaze, realized she didn’t want him to ever stop.
ikevil has changed up the lucky time, number of points and levels for their party event compared to ikepri, but you can still get the ecb card f2p so long as you have all slots unlocked and at least 1 five star card of the birthday character
Why Is He Like This - Silvio Ricci Edition - Part One
Let me preface this by saying I’m no expert on content, psychology, or translating. Just a gal behind a keyboard who spent a lot of her college life analyzing literature and nowadays enjoys picking apart otome boys to see if we can figure out what makes them tick.
That said, let’s begin this Silvio breakdown with the obvious part - the facts we know, some of which may be treading old ground but let’s lay them out again properly. And needless to say, this is going to be full of spoilers and conjecture, so READER BEWARE:
Silvio Ricci is the first/eldest prince of Benitoite, a seaside land based on strong ocean trade and a mercantile economy that values commerce above all else and is based on Italy (the particular region, if any, is perhaps up for debate). He has one full brother, the second prince Emidio, and one half-brother, the third prince Valerio (Rio).
He and Emidio share a mother, Adria, who was previously the queen and married to the king of Benitoite before her death. The king’s current wife and queen is Rio’s mother, who was his mistress prior to his first wife’s death. Adria was a wicked woman who was involved in the black market trading of illegal drugs, resented Rio and his mother intensely, and used both her own means and her own children to make Rio and Rio’s mother’s lives hellish. When her misdeeds were finally exposed by Rio she took her own life five years ago.
Random Benitoite fact: Apparently drinking is a big part of their culture as well, a prelude to most social events, and to refuse a drink offered by someone is considered an insult.
So, base facts aside, let’s look at his personality. Boy howdy. It’s by now quite obvious that this man isn’t winning any congeniality contests any time soon. Silvio is loud (both literally and figuratively), brash, rude, blunt, arrogant, domineering, and frankly a bit of a bully. Just about everything he says and does is calculated to draw a maximum amount of attention to himself and to make himself appear superior, from the flashy expensive clothes and the ostentatious jewelry he wears to the way he refuses to use a goddamned doorknob like a civilized person and instead kicks every door in, down to the way he uses dismissive and insulting language with just about everyone.
(Yes, this is our cue to put a bingo marker on the ‘Low Self-Esteem’ square - we'll get to that later.)
Rio in particular bears the brunt of this but Silvio’s vitriol isn’t reserved for him alone - Gilbert, Notko, Emidio in particular, and others have been on the receiving end of Silvio insults before, while most everyone gets a general level of rudeness in attitude as well. I will note, however, that outside of referring to her as ‘woman’ and ‘rabbit’ (which is a term a number of the suitors use for Emma) and the occasional rude way of saying ‘you’ to her…I have yet to see Silvio directly insult Emma. Which is like scraping the barest bottom of the barrel here I know but, let’s hold tight to that.
How do we balance this? Does this man have a single good trait to counteract this rap sheet of offenses? I have a feeling we’ll get better answers to this in his own route, because Silvio’s a tough egg to crack, but we’ve gotten some glimpses of his better aspects and strengths so far at least.
He’s a shrewd and observant man with an excellent business mind and keen eye for details - it’s stated many times how adept his negotiating is and how he’s a mercantile genius. In the amnesia event, Emma finds him nearly penniless and in the span of only a short while he’s turned over massive profits and become a successful businessman. He’s more than capable of keeping up with and perhaps even surpassing Nokto during their Bunny Stealing VS event, when they both fed off each other in negotiations with the rose farm. And in Rio’s route, he‘s quick to pick up when things about Emidio’s behavior don’t add up and moves swiftly, intercepting his brother’s insidious plans to minimize their impact.
He has a sense of honor and a code of ethics that he can be counted on to adhere to, even as he may try to initially finagle his way into a better position (as any seasoned merchant should). Rio provides Emma with the ultimate trump card for handling Silvio when he lets her in on some valuable business intel and give her a tip - that Silvio can basically always be counted on to negotiate. Offer him something and you’ll get something in return, quid pro quo. In this particular case she uses it to ‘talk’ him out of kidnapping her, offering him the trade knowledge passed on by Rio and her willingness to comply in exchange for concessions and information. And once he’s agreed upon terms, he can be relied on to uphold them. All of which makes sense when you come from a culture of mercantile and trade, where a man’s word and agreements is his bond and the damage of reneging on deals can be catastrophic to one’s standing in society.
Despite his volatility over some things, he’s capable of being objective and looking at the bigger picture without letting his emotions get in the way. When Silvio explains the story of his mother and her conflicts with Rio’s mother, he makes no excuses for his mother’s terrible behavior and in fact does not blame Rio or Rio’s mother for retaliating. If anything, he seems to agree that his mother most likely reaped what she sowed and deserved the end she met - unlike Emidio who is unable to let go of his anger towards Rio and blames him for their mother’s death.
While it’s easy to be cynical and say he’s only motivated by a desire to maintain relations between the two countries, I think Silvio genuinely shows concern for the general public and for others. He involves himself in the conflict between Rio and Emidio (ostensibly because the drama could be a wedge driven between Rhodolite and Benitoite), makes moves to save Emma’s life (again, he claims because more of the same) and when her house is set on fire he worries over the possibility of harm to the city and citizens as well. He expends money and manpower to clean up and contain the messes Emidio is responsible for, and agrees with little more than a vague promise of a favor to help Rio and Emma cover for a little girl’s mother who was the unwilling accomplice to Emidio’s crimes.
Even if this were merely fulfilling a duty, this ties back to his code of honor and ethics and feeling a sense of responsibility for what his family and country has done.
He expresses concern, albeit couched in terms of ‘what value she provides to Rio’, over Emma being involved with his family and its devious machinations - repeatedly trying to dissuade her from being involved with Rio because of how dangerous it is. At one point, when her house is set on fire by Emidio, he even tries to impress upon her how he can replace things with money but if Emidio takes his vendetta any further, his money can’t replace people - asking her once again to give up on Rio.
Again, you could argue he simply does all this to avoid rocking the boat and to maintain the status quo between their countries - but I believe there’s more to it than that, despite what the man himself says. Probably even more so, because we all know a tsun tells no truths unless they’re dragged out of them at damn near knife point.
SO.
We’ve got some negatives laid out, some positives (?), but how about the big elephant in the room so far, of course, which hasn’t been addressed yet - his achilles heel, if you will. Women.
As I have mused on elsewhere, the difficulty behind knowing why Silvio acts as flustered as he does whenever Emma instigates any contact is that we don’t know if it applies merely to her, to all women, or to anyone in general. Althought without evidence to the contrary, and with Emma specifically calling it out as being ‘bad with women’, I’m going to make the assumption that Silvio’s hangup is with regards to the ‘fairer sex’ as a whole.
To know why he is this way isn’t possible yet, clearly this will be a SEKRIT kept for his own route, but there’s probably some theories we can suggest.
I think the simplest is that he’s just generally terrible with interpersonal relationships. This is evidenced by his rude behavior as is, but Gilbert makes a point to refer to Silvio as having a shy side and it seems easy to imagine how that might be - under the aggressive shell of swagger and pomp is a very fragile uncertain underbelly. Most people who act that much ‘larger than life’ are often trying desperately to overcompensate for perceived faults and weaknesses, hoping that people will look no deeper than the confident abrasive exterior they project.
Not to mention that when Silvio speaks praise of himself, the things he notes are externally rooted factors that he has little control over. His wealth, his status, and his good looks are generally the only things he points out repeatedly as reasons why Emma (or anyone else) should be falling at his feet. Things that seem to tick off boxes on a checklist of ‘Good Things’ that are superficial and broad and ultimately meaningless.
The question then is, does Silvio truly judge himself by these shallow standards or is that merely what he believes society wants of him? And if so, where would he get that idea?
Benitoite, with its high emphasis on wealth and trade and a court that sounds as if it is full of more intrigue than Rhodolite’s, certainly factors into this. Silvio asks Emma point blank what she brings to the table as Rio’s woman - claiming that Benitoite would never accept someone without some sort of value as a royal. Silvio having a generally transactional approach to even dealings between people (‘indebting’ Emma into playing the part of his fake lover, lording what Rio owes him over him and trying to always put a monetary value to favors, claiming that all hurts can be fixed with money) seems rooted in this.
But I also wonder if he wasn’t taught that love itself is transactional and must be bought or earned.
We’re told that the ring which belonged to his mother, Adria, is ostentatious and incredibly gaudy. That small detail alone tells us that she was probably the sort of person who valued wielding money and status as a weapon, but I think we could go further and suggest that if so, perhaps she withheld her love from her sons as a form of transaction as well. Hearing that she used them to bully Rio, bidding her sons to take from Rio the things he cared about, makes me wonder if she didn’t make a payment of sorts out of it. If they wanted her love and approval, they had to do as she asked or provide the things she asked of them.
This has been reinforced his entire life, as Silvio states that women tend to be gold diggers - even going so far as to delude himself into believing women who genuinely seem to like him are only after his money as well. Any point and time at which Emma does things for him without expecting compensation, or without strings attached, seems to leave him at a genuine loss. Utterly shocked and off-balance.
It all comes back to the age-old sentiment that all the money in the world can’t buy you love. And the cruelest irony of Silvio is that he doesn’t believe something that’s free can be of any value…even when I think it’s the one thing he deep-down truly wants the most.
I was going to go on, I have a bunch more notes about his relationship specifically as it pertains to Emma and what he values about her and more conjectures on the conflicts and issues that might arise in their route, but this is so long already I think I’ll save that for a part two! If you made it this far through this mess , you’re my new favorite person - thank you for reading. <3
Black Wedding: The True Vow For A Jet-Black Bride - Ellis Twilight
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The consensus was to have the ceremony surrounded by plants, and the garden of Crown castle was chosen.
(There were a lot options, but I’m happy to eb able to get married in such a memorable place.)
I confirmed the arrangements and sat on the bench with a nervous look on my face.
Ellis: …As I thought, you look so beautiful in your dress.
Kate: Ellis….you look very handsome.
He kneels in front of me, looking different from usual.
Kate: Why don’t you sit down?
Ellis: The veil hides your face, so I can see your face better this way, Kate.
I could feel the tension slowly dissolve into heat enveloping my hands.
Kate: You look like a prince, Ellis.
Ellis: Then you’re my personal princess, Kate.
I laugh, as his lips tickle the back of my hand, and he looks up at me happily.
Ellis: After the ceremony is over, it’ll be time for the honeymoon. Have you decided where you want to go?
Kate: I’m struggling to decide. What about you, Ellis?
Ellis: I’m happy wherever you are, but….I’m sure we can figure something out together.
Kate: Will Jude give you time-off……..
Ellis: Don’t worry. I’ve finished my work ahead of schedule, so I’m off for a while.
(I was with him most of the time, I don’t know when he finished…..)
Despite my doubts, he begins to talk about the future.
Ellis: It’s going to be difficult for a while, but once things settle down, I’d like a house for just the two of us.
Kate: Great, what kind of home would you like?
Ellis: London is nice, but I think a beautiful green suburb would suit you better Kate.
Ellis: It doesn’t have to be big, I just want it to be our own private paradise.
I imagined a green suburban home and found my cheeks soften.
Ellis: Ah, but when we have a baby, we’ll need the room, so maybe it’s better if it’s bigger.
Kate: A child…?!
In contrast to me, who suddenly let out a strange voice, he tilted his head.
Ellis: Maybe you hadn’t thought about it?
A sad expression appeared on his face and he shook his head hurriedly.
Kate: It’s not like that, but I thought maybe it’d be better with just us two, Ellis.
Ellis: I hate the idea of having a child and no longer being number one to you, but ……
Ellis: But I thought that I’d be happier if I had a child who looked like you.
Since coming to Crown, I’ve been unable to imagine an ordinary sort of happiness….
(Ellis has always envisioned a future with me.)
I look away, happy and embarrassed.
Kate: ……Ellis, I want a girl who looks like you.
At these words, his expression changed happily.
Ellis: A family of four then.
I placed my hands on both my cheeks.
Kate: Maybe someday there’ll come more important things, but for right now, you come first Ellis.
Ellis: Me too, you’re the best.
Ellis: …I still think children will come a little later. I still want to enjoy the two of us.
Kate: Hehe….me too.
He put his chin on my lap and looked up at me with an enraptured expression on his face.
Ellis: Hey, how happy are you now?
I felt breathless because I had sensed the answer I was looking for.
Noticing this, his hand reaches up to my neck.
Ellis: I’m very happy right now…….Maybe, today might be the best day ever.
Ellis: So, if you felt the same way, I was thinking I’d kill you and make it eternal.
I took a deep breath, but there was no strength in his fingers.
Ellis: …..But I knew you’d say that you’d be happier tomorrow than you are today.
Ellis: Besides, I don’t want any of the things we just talked about to not come true.
His fingers leave my neck and slide up to my cheek….
Ellis: Until that time comes, I will continue to make you happy.
His fingers moved away as if they were regretted leaving.
Ellis: We should get going.
Stopping in front of the aisle, I remember what happened earlier.
(I don’t know what the future holds, but one thing is clear.)
Kate: Ellis.
Ellis: What’s wrong?
Kate: I don’t know when my happiest moment will come, but I can tell you this.
I looked straight into his eyes and said a thought will never change.
Kate: …..The moment my happiness ends is when you die, Ellis.
His startled face turned as sweet as jam.
Ellis: …..Then, I’ll get you before I die.
Ellis: Then I’ll follow you. Because I won’t be happy in a world without you.
Kate: ……It’s a promise.
He smiles an exquisite smile and takes a step forward with his arms entwined like thorns.
This road is surely a journey to the happiest end in the world.
are there any official ages or age ranges for the ikemen villains characters? 🤔
helloo anon! i dont think official ages have been posted, but they have dropped some info so we could make some guesses or ballpark ages. jus be aware i’m ballparking in the dark for some more than others. but i’ll provide as much explanation as i can under the cut bc spoilers-
ellis: 24
kate: at least 24, maybe around 25-26
ring, nika: 25-27 (?)
liam: 26
jude: 26-28
william: 28
elbie: 27-29
alfons: 29-30
harrison: 30-31
roger: 32, could be a lil older
darius: ??? likely a bit older than the twins but the possibility of being the same age or younger than them isnt completely off the table either
victor: ??? but probably the oldest one in crown
explanations under the cut
ellis is the youngest member of crown. he was 12 when he ran away from home, and that was 12 years ago. hence, that would make him 24
kate calls ellis with the —kun honorific in japanese as he is her kōhai (junior), so kate is older than 24. but as ellis is the only one she uses this honorific with in crown, she may be the 2nd or 3rd youngest
liam was 9 when he set fire on his house and lost his parents, and it was mentioned his dad was supposed to be dead 17 years ago, hence making liam 26
if ellis is 24, then roger is at least 32— we know bc roger met alec, the previous bearer for the curse of the thorns, when he was 8. in roger’s rt its implied that one is born with a curse and is first activated from an event, and no two ppl can have the same curse simultaneously, so ellis was born (and received the curse of the thorns) after alec died. so we know from there that roger would be around 8 years older than ellis
it was mentioned roger is slightly older than alfons, though there is not a solid concrete number as to by how many years, but it’s around 2 to 3 years difference. so alfons is probably 29-30, if roger is 32
jude is definitely older than ellis, though presumably not by many years. and although this is an if event, in his dark if, kate mentions that jude is a boy around her age. if we give some leeway into that and assuming that part also applies to canon, then he would probably be around 26-28.
elbies mom took her own life when he was 6, and that’s around when the doctor started examining his dad. if alfons was still on the streets at 7 years old (implied in rogers past records), he was taken in by the doctor after he was 7. it would make alfons a little older than elbie, but its unknown by how long, but not too many years
i feel in general, alfons age is a bit wishy washy considering we dont even know his “true birthday” .. he jus picked a date (specifically the day he met elbie!) and was like “ye thats my bday now 🙂↕️”
will was 14 when he formed crown with victor (it’s unknown how old victor was), and 14 years have since passed. this would make will 28
harrison’s dad was killed when he was 17, and that happened 14 years ago. it was also mentioned that when this happened, crown was already established with just will and victor. so that would make him around 30, 31.
now the twins and darius r probably like the most wishy washy guesses out of all of them. for one there’s just not much info abt them out bc theyre v new chars. buut there is some tinie clues.
there is a scene in rogers rt where he asks nika if they met before, and nika replies that he forgot. now it is just as likely that nika is lying here (as its implied he has a good memory), maybe bc he doesnt want to talk abt it or it may also be for ring, but if he is truthful then its probably the case that it was from a time when he was too young to really remember anything, which would probably make him somewhat considerably younger than roger
on rings end, during the “don’t look at anyone but me” event, ring basically asks kate to not be so formal and feels weirded out she uses —san with him (.. as she does with nearly everyone else, with exception of ellis, i think liam, and for one time only, alfons). maybe a part of it is like its in his char to not like formalities, but on the other hand, he never asks alfons to drop —san or use a different honorific with him the same way he did with kate, in the crown vs vogel event. so it may be a reasonable assumption to make that ring may be similar in age to kate .. or at least, more similar in age to kate than he is with alfons. so i ballparked them around 25-27
darius is kind of a mystery— we do know that he has, in some way, saved the twins in the past (presumably from experimentation), so the twins r indebted to him. its probably reasonable to think he is older than the twins .. probably in his 30s even?
that said, seeing as he is of a noble upbringing, as he mentioned this in one of his bond stories where hes like “ik how table manners work bc its been taught to me but i jus choose not to apply them” or smth along those lines. so he could be capable of “saving the twins” even when younger than them or the same age as them if that makes sense
ty to friends @.natimiles, @.valkyyriia, @.candiedcoffeedrops, @.drachonia, @.memoria-99, @.romromi, @.groovylita who have helped with this! also if anyone else has any more info to drop — or correct — feel free to lmk! i will be sure to credit :>
I hope you don't mind me adding my own thoughts but I've deduced from Victor's route he must be at least 32 years old, although I do believe he's older than that but 32 is the bare minimum.
First, let me just say that I am not a dairy-free girl, but I love almond milk, and some commented on a previous post of mine that a dairy-free version would be appreciated. So, here it is! I know there are a plethora of oatmilks and non-dairy substitutes for butter, but I'm not a guru in this field, so please feel free to take this recipe and tweak it to your hearts content. With that being said, please note that this is according to my taste. Also, this was done with the microwave, you can do it on an oven top, but if I can do it a microwave versus dirtying a pot then I will. I will say that I prefer the honey in this recipe over the sugar, and I will include the dairy ingredients for you to play with.
IkeVil Lore: Early on we learn that Ellis is a bread and butter kind of guy, and he also loves hot milk. In his route, it mentions the recipe includes milk, sugar and butter. I believe another blogger who plays JP mentioned it was honey instead of sugar, which is perfect because it's included in this recipe.
Prep Time: 2 minutes Cook Time: Under 3 minutes
Ingredients
8 oz Unsweetened Almond Milk or (Whole Milk or whatever fat percentage your prefer)
2 tsp Margarine or (Salted Butter)
1 Tbsp Sugar or (Honey)
A Sprinkle of Cinnamon (Optional - Not part of the recipe)
A crack or light dash of Sea Salt (Optional - Not part of the recipe)
Directions (For Microwave Use):
Soften the margarine in a microwavable dish according to the power of your microwave. Mix the sugar in with the margarine a give it a good stir with a spoon until well blended. You may add the salt and cinnamon at this point if you wish. (Stirring the honey & fat helps with making the almond milk more frothy like it would be if you drank this with whole milk.)
Heat up 8 oz of almond milk until it is hot, not lukewarm, hot. Pour in the margarine-honey mixture and stir it in well.
Enjoy!
Notes:
You don't have to melt the butter/margarine in separate dish. You could drop it in the almond milk and heat it all up together, but I don't think it tastes as frothy this way.
Initially, I started off with using only 2 teaspoons of honey, but that wasn't enough to mask the nuttiness of the almond, so I quickly doubled that. Same goes with the sugar.
You can add more butter/margarine if you wish, but I'd recommend increasing the almond milk as well so the it doesn't overpower the drink. Additionally, you run the risk of the margarine making the drink taste just plain oily.....that was gross.
I guess you can choose a sweetened almond milk, but it's hard to find one that isn't flavored with vanilla or something like that, and I wanted it to be as close to what would be available during Victorian times, so I chose unsweetened.
The salt was something I decided to add on my own, like literally two small twists from the cracker. I feel like it helps bring everything together much like it does in a chocolate chip cookie.
The cinnamon just gives it that little something extra.
Anyways, this was fun and I already have another IkeVil drink recipe that I want to try courtesy of Liam from Harrison's route.
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Kate: … Haa…
Ellis: Nn… a little more…
Our lips finally parted, albeit reluctantly.
I loved kissing Ellis, but I also loved the moment when our lips parted.
It made me happy seeing the affectionate look in his eyes as he gazed at me.
Kate: … Ah.
Ellis: What’s wrong?
Kate: You smell like cigarette smoke…
Kate: Fufu. Must’ve rubbed off on you from Jude.
Ellis: …
Ellis’ twilight coloured eyes flickered like a flame in the wind for a split second, but it was so brief that I thought I could've been mistaken…
Ellis: Can we… continue?
Our lips met again, the slight feeling of unease pushed to the back of my head.
…
Victor: … Come, let's go through again the plan for today's mission.
Victor: Jude, Ellis, Kate, the three of you will be attending a social party.
Victor: Our target for this mission is a noble who has been suspected for involvement in smuggling dangerous goods.
Victor: Jude will propose a business deal and observe the target’s response.
Victor: In the meantime, Ellis and Kate will keep an eye on the surroundings to make sure there are no suspicious activities.
Kate: Understood.
Ellis: Got it.
Victor: Jude, let’s discuss the deal you’ll propose to the target. We need to make it sound real!
While Victor and Jude went on with their talk, Ellis approached me quietly.
Ellis: … Hey, Kate.
Kate: What's the matter? Ah… is it about the mission?
Ellis: Nope. Not that…
Ellis: Just wanted to tell you that the underwear I’m wearing today is incredibly sexy.
Kate: …
Kate: … HUH!?
(Ellis’ underwear is… s-sexy…?)
Unable to comprehend what he just said, for a moment it felt like any thoughts I had just got flung into the void.
Ellis: Fufu, look at you frozen. You’re so cute.
Ellis had an innocent smile on his face, like a little boy who successfully played a prank.
(I didn't hear that wrong…)
Kate: Um…
Victor: Ellis. Can we go through the weapons you’ll be carrying for the mission?
Ellis: Okay, got it.
Ellis: … Remember what I said, Kate.
Ellis: When I come home from the mission, I’ll show you what I’m wearing.
Without being able to confirm what he really meant by that statement…
Ellis went to check weapons with Victor.
(W-What is “sexy underwear!? I’ve never seen such a thing before…)
(Doesn’t Ellis always wear regular underwear…?)
Kate: U-Uhh… Jude. Has Ellis bought any strange things recently?
I asked Jude who had just finished talking to Victor, and he gave me a puzzled look.
Jude: Strange things…?
Jude: Ahh, yeah he did. He bought something pretty damn strange.
(“Strange”... so he DID buy sexy underwear!?)
(... What is men’s sexy underwear?)
And so the mission began, and it went without a hitch…
All I could think of was Ellis’ underwear.
…
Even after we returned to the castle, my head was still full of Ellis.
(I want to ask Ellis about the true meaning of what he said and clear this up quickly, but…)
(He went to see Victor to report on the mission, so I can’t do that until he gets back.)
Kate: *sigh*...
Liam: Kate. The tea I carefully poured for you has gone cold, you know?
Kate: Oh… you’re right.
I drank the cup of cold tea in one go when Liam pointed that out.
Kate: Sorry, I got too carried away thinking about underwear…
Liam: Underwear…?
Harrison: … Is that something we should be hearing?
Kate: Ah, not my underwear!
(It’s pointless fretting about this alone… I should ask the two of them for advice.)
Kate: Generally speaking… what does it mean when someone buys bold underwear?
Liam: You mean something like underwear set aside for special occasions?
Harrison: … I have now decided that I’m disengaging myself from this conversation.
Liam: Hmm. It could also be to spice up their bedroom life with their lover, I guess?
Kate: Bedroom…
Liam: There could be other reasons too, of course; like buying it just because it’s cute or it gets them in the mood.
Liam: Ellis doesn’t seem to be the type of guy to care about such things, so he must've bought it for you.
Harrison: … He’s probably up to his usual “it’s for Kate’s happiness” shenanigans again.
Kate: Eh!? I-I never said it was Ellis’ underwear…
Harrison: If it isn’t about you, then it must be about Ellis.
Liam: Yeah. … It’s a whole other problem altogether if you’re talking about someone else’s underwear.
(It was that obvious…)
…
(To spice up our bedroom life… huh.)
(... Does that mean he’s unsatisfied with our current situation?)
Kate: … Okay then.
I made a decision and headed to my bedroom.
…
Ellis: Kate, I’m back.
Kate: Ellis…! Welcome back!
The man who had been running through my mind all day returned.
Kate: Um… about what you said earlier today…
Ellis: Fufu… were you curious about it the whole time?
Ellis noticed my fidgeting and laughed in amusement.
Ellis: … Okay. Want to check it out yourself?
Ellis removed his belt and guided my hand to his pants.
Kate: …
My heart was racing at the thought of finally seeing what he meant by “sexy underwear”.
— Or so I thought.
What I saw when I pulled down Ellis’ pants was none other than a pair of the ordinary underwear he has always worn.
Kate: … Isn’t this your usual underwear?
Ellis: Yup. I was lying about the sexy underwear.
Kate: What!? Why would you…
Ellis: Remember when we were making out last night, you mentioned that Jude’s scent rubbed off on me?
Kate: I did, but…
Ellis: … I don’t like it. I don't like it that your mind shifted to Jude even for just a moment.
Ellis: That’s why… I wanted to get “revenge” for that by making sure I’m all you can think of today.
He was indeed all I could think of today, just like he intended.
Kate: … I see. I’m sorry.
Ellis: Don’t apologise, okay? It’s my fault for being so narrow-minded. Also…
Ellis: … I’m sorry for giving you false hope about seeing my underwear, Kate.
Ellis: I didn’t expect to see you get that disappointed when you pulled down my pants to see my usual underwear…
Kate: T-That’s not the case! Apart from being surprised because I’ve been curious about it for a while, I promise there’s no deeper meaning to it…
Kate: It’s because even Jude said you bought something strange recently…!
Ellis: I bought something strange recently…? … Oh.
Ellis: Al said he wanted that, so I was only buying it on his behalf… that should be what Jude was referring to.
(I misunderstood…!)
Ellis: … I’m sorry for lying to you. Do you forgive me?
Kate: I forgive you. … But can you leave my room for a bit?
Ellis: … Are you angry at me?
Kate: Not at all! It’s just… there was a misunderstanding…
Ellis: Misunderstanding?
Kate: … I thought that the reason why you bought sexy underwear was because you were unsatisfied with our bedroom life.
Kate: So…
Kate: … I-I put on that kind of lingerie too. … S-Sexy lingerie. Now I want to change back to my normal underwear.
Ellis: … You’re wearing it now?
Kate: Y-Yes…
Ellis: I want to see it. Show me.
Ellis forcefully pushed me onto the bed.
Ellis: … Since it’s something you prepared just for me, I want to appreciate it properly.
When he said that in such an endearing way, it made me feel like I had no choice but to give in.
That “thing” I prepared was perfectly effective…
My heart was once again filled with joy from the sweet feelings of love that sparked from a lie.
Round1’s Collab Event: OG Story For Ellis Twilight
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Ftn [1] 投 "tō" - To toss/throw/counter for throws/To pitch - Each line where "delivery" is mentioned, literally translates to pitch. This was changed to the “delivery” as it is called a “legal delivery” in both the UK & US tenpin bowling guidelines.
[BANG!]
A powerful and exhilarating strike sounds out.
MC: Nice! That was perfect, Ellis!
Ellis: Hehe, that’s good.
[Smack], I meet him with a high-five.
Ellis: I got excited because you would be happy.
That gentle smile on his face doesn’t even match his powerful delivery.[1]
(I knew he was good at sports.)
Ellis: Good luck to you too.
MC: Thanks!
There’s a split left on the lane.
(In the 10th frame, I managed to get a spare, and got a third delivery.)
Getting fired up I grabbed the ball.
Ellis: Ah, wait.
He pulled at my waist.
Ellis: Stand around here.
He escorted me and then leaned his face closer to my ear —
Ellis: From here, aim for the inside of that pin.
With a sweet and gentle voice, long breaths, and a pointed finger.
My heart fluttered as he kindly taught me. —Then.
[Chuu], lips were on my cheek.
MC: [Gasp?!]
Ellis: Hehe, your serious look is so cute.
Ellis: I’ll wait for the frame to end to continue.
Ellis: Don’t worry. Your ball’s straight it’ll go where you want it.
MC: Y-Yeah.
I took a deep breath, took aim, and released.
MC: YAY!
I got a spare, and the third delivery was also a long-desired strike.
MC: It’s all thanks to you, Ellis!
When I returned to the bench, he greeted me with a high five.
Ellis: Well then, just look at me now.
Entangled in his thoughts, I was hidden by his hoodie amid the hustle and bustle of everyone else busy bowling—
