A/N: I wrote this my sophomore year for an assignment - I had Eisuke in mind and well, this happened :3 I thought I’d share it here, since I was aiming to have Eisuke and MC here. Welp. Hope you enjoy!
I was roused from my much needed sleep, when I attempted to drape an arm around the woman who means more to me than anything my money could buy. However, when I did not feel her warm body beside mine, my eyes gradually opened. A typical exhausted person would have instantly felt phlegmatic, having slept only three hours thus far, and probably would have gone back to sleep. Not me. No, instead my usual choleric self was awake. I rubbed my temples, and let out an aggravated sigh. She knows she’s not supposed to leave the bed without my permission. Was instantly my first thought. Any other woman in the world would have been annoyed with me, seeing as how apparently the rest of the guys would describe me as “despotic,” but not her. That’s what separates her from most women. Most women would either fear me or try to flatter me. But she treats me just like the other four guys. Sometimes even worse. She is not afraid to put me in my place whenever she deems it necessary. That was just one way in how she differed from most women. It might just be the most cliché thing in the world to say, but I think that was what drew me to her in the first place, what caused her to be the object of my affection. Though most of the time, she is so gullible, I find myself telling her some of the most absurd things I would never do, just to see her amusing expressions. But I guess the reason she’s gullible is because she’s so honest and trusting - even when she attempts to lie, I always see right through her. Now that I think about it, it’s probably these aspects of her that make her pure. In fact, she’s so pure and innocent, I often find myself trying to keep her away from those four idiots. I swear, all they ever do is gather up all their guile, plaster it on their faces, use it to taint their voices, and inject nonsense into her mind. Eventually, after she usually falls for whatever nonsense they’ve created, she follows through with their ridiculous plans. It is not only her that falls prey to their stupid ideas, she gets into so much trouble, I have to save her every time they send her to do something crazy. What’s worse: they fill her head with nonsense for their amusement, or to kill time. Seriously. They need something better to do with their free time. Although, they would never make her do something so stupid, it would be life threatening. I’d have their heads if they ever harm her. And they know it. However, at the end of every idiotic plan they hatch, she always faces me with a look of extreme guilt on her face, it kills me every time. The way her gaze falls to the floor, how her head drops, her hands go limp, the crack in her voice when she tries to explain herself… It always kills me. So, I have to exonerate her conscience so she could feel better. In the end, it’s the other four idiots who feel my smouldering gaze, and receive my wrath anyway.
If I’ve had time to think of all that, and she’s still not back, that means she’s probably off doing something those idiots convinced her to do. Hmm. She could also be thinking about something in another room, or she could be working on something… I found myself sighing deeply once more before I stood up, having decided to bring her back to bed. I looked out the vast window in the bedroom, only to see that the dark curtain of night is still down over the glittering city lights below. The moon, however, looks somewhat more bewitching tonight than any other night. I sighed once more before I shook my head, attempting to rid myself of such ridiculous thoughts, and I instead turned my focus to the door which led out into the living room. I opened the door slowly, trying not to startle her - should she even be in the living room, that is. And in fact, there she was. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, eyes fixated out the immense window before her. She hadn’t noticed me opening the door, so perhaps she was concerned about something. Yes, that must be it. Not only had I noticed that she was concerned about something, but I also took note of the melancholy atmosphere about her. The expression she wore on her beautiful face was a combination of both concentration and that of sadness. Since I had begun leaning against the threshold of the door, she let out her second sigh. Something’s wrong. Immediately, my body began to move closer to her as my mind began to race about what she could be unhappy about. It was when I had begun to move closer to her that she suddenly jolted. Hmm. Perhaps she was able to see me through her peripheral vision, and my sudden movement interrupted her thoughts. She turned to face me, and with a trembling voice that was laced with pain, she whispered “Oh, hello. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were up.” Hearing the trembling pain in her hushed whisper caused me to feel a heart wrenching pain. No one wants to see the person they love suffering. Her eyes met mine momentarily before they dropped to the marble floor. Her eyes were dim, they did not shine - unlike all the other times she looked at me. She was letting out pained sighs, she looked weak, lifeless… she looked nothing like her usual sanguine self. I immediately went to sit down next to her, I draped an arm over her shoulder, and used my free hand to gently tilt her face up so she could look into the eyes of the man who loves her more than anything in this otherwise dull, unforgiving world. I then coaxed her into telling me what was wrong. As it seems, a co-worker who had been causing trouble for her since she started working here, stopped causing trouble for her when I made it clear to her to stop harassing my - at the time - girlfriend. However, since announcing our engagement, her bitter, trite remarks have returned. Having heard this, and seeing the defeated look on her face, something inside of me snapped. No one makes my woman feel like this. Obviously, that co-worker is the most idiotic person to walk along this planet, if she thinks she can talk to my fiancée that way and get away with it. I scowled as I clicked my tongue and made a mental note to have a long discussion with that woman, considering I was her boss, she would have no problem following orders. And if she does, well… she will have a very hard time finding another job for as long as she lives, and I will make sure of it. Speaking of following orders… I kissed her temple, and assured her not to worry about it, that everything will be taken care of first thing in the morning. I then reminded her that she was not to leave the bed without my permission. Her face turned a deep crimson before she mumbled “I’m sorry,” which resulted in her face going back to its normal, bright, happy self as I smirked at her, and led her back to bed.
That happened last week.
Since that next morning, the dreaded co-worker has not since been so hostile with my fiancée. On the contrary, I made sure that she treated my gorgeous woman with the utmost respect she deserves. No one makes my woman feel less than what she is. That is a line no one dares to cross. …Unless they don’t value their life, that is. In which case, I cannot be held responsible for what happens to them.
“Am I Your Lock Screen?” “You Weren’t Supposed To See That.” - Soryu Oh [Request]
“Sor?” The girl calls out as she wanders the halls of their shared apartment. “Sor!”
She narrows her eyes as she wonders where on Earth her lover could be, given that he was supposed to be home by the time she came back from her parents, which is now.
She turns the corner into their living room and stops in her tracks, smiling at the sight of her mobster lover fast asleep on the couch.
“Sleepy mafia boss.” She chuckles to herself, grabbing the fleecy blanket from the ottoman and wrapping it over the bidder.
She takes his phone out of his hand and goes to rest it on the coffee table.
“Hm, (Y/N)?” He groans, shuffling about.
“Hey, baby, just me; get some sleep.” (Y/N) smiles.
“What time is it?” His tired voice questions, to which the girl turns back to his phone and clicks the lock button.
“Quarter-to-seven…” She whispers, receiving a hum in response. “Am I your lock screen?” The girl adds, smiling at the sight of one of her selfies sitting as the wallpaper.
She hears her lover curse under his breath.
“You weren’t supposed to see that.” He complains, wrapping his arm around her waist and yanking her backwards, chuckling as she stumbles onto the sofa. “Now, lay down and let me hold you.”
(Y/N) giggles and shuffles down so that they’re spooning on the couch.
“You got a death wish, Ota?” Soryu glared at the said man, his hand reaching into his suit jacket to pull out his weapon. Ota, knowing Soryu was about to take out his gun, went on to hide behind (Y/N), whispering in her ear, asking her to convince Soryu to do his dare.
“Be a sport, Sor! It’s just taking your shirt off!” (Y/N) smirked, thoroughly enjoying the scowl Soryu gave her.
It had been an incredibly slow day, and so the bidders and (Y/N) and agreed to play Truth or Dare to humor themselves. Knowing the guys, the game turned from innocent to something not-so-innocent real quick, the truths and dares getting more extreme with each turn.
Until now, Eisuke had to call his dad and tell him that he was gay, Ota had been made to kiss Baba, (Y/N) had to act out an orgasm and Mamoru had to scream at Kenzaki’s face that he used medicines because his dick couldn’t get erect on its own. Poor Kenzaki, his face was whiter than a sheet at the fake revelation.
Sighing at the knowledge that he couldn’t get out of this one, Soryu was about to simply take off his top when an idea made him smirk. (Y/N)’s imitation of an orgasm had gotten him all hot and bothered, and it seemed like she had noticed then, for she had increased the volume of her voice a little more, an amused grin on her face. And of course, being the mobster he is, he had thought of taking revenge, and now was his chance.
Taking off his grey jacket at an extremely slow speed, his eyes turned to look at (Y/N), gauging her reaction. His eyebrows rose up in surprise at the keenness etched on her face.
Tucking his fingers on the knot of his tie, he took it off slowly, stretching his neck a little. After taking his time to take off both his jacket and tie, Soryu’s hands were just about to touch the top button of his shirt when (Y/N) spoke up, seemingly frustrated, “We don’t have all day, Mr Oh.”
Soryu turned to meet her gaze, “Well, you asked for this, so let me do it my way, won’t you? Don’t tell me I have you turned on?” He said, being amused at the way (Y/N)’s eyes widened for a split second, indicating how right he was. Shaking her head as if to say ‘Not even in your dreams’, (Y/N) turned away, hiding her blush.
Soryu took his time, deliberately undoing each button one by one, enjoying the hints of lust lining (Y/N)’s orbs as more and more of her skin peeked out. Once he was done with his buttons, he turned away from her to take off his shirt completely, missing the look of disappointment on her face at not being able to see him half-naked.
Although (Y/N)’s disappointment was short-lived, as Soryu turned around, giving her a full view of his toned body. Her eyes slowly roamed down from his collarbones to his chest, to his abs, taking in every bit of his delicious body. She had known that Soryu was well-built, but what she didn’t know was that he was actually a perfect built, with his muscles not looking too overbearing.
The sight of Soryu half naked turned on (Y/N) more than she thought it would. While she was busy checking Soryu out, she didn’t notice the said man’s cheeks flush at the sight of her nearly eye-fucking him.
“Take a picture, will you?” Soryu asked, in an attempt to get the attention away from him, and onto the girl who was suddenly way too busy fiddling with her phone.
“Already did.”
“Get a room, you two. We don’t need to see you both eye-fucking each other every time the other does something sexual,” Eisuke said, rolling his eyes at the utter ignorance he received from the two he had addressed.
Thankfully for Soryu, the game continued on and the attention was diverted from him, although he did get a few hoots and whistles from Baba every now and then, almost making him kill the man right there.
()
“I’ll take care of the items back stage. Anything else?” (Y/N) asked, picking up the documents detailing the list of items to be sold at the auction two days later. Soryu shook his head, indicating their meeting to be over. (Y/N) stood up, grabbing her bag and bidding Soryu good-night before moving to walk out the door to his suite, clearly wanting to head home for the night.
Turning around to shut the door, she caught a glimpse of Soryu taking off his tie, her hands stopping for a moment as she remembered their game of Truth or Dare from just a few days ago. Shaking her head to get rid of perverted thoughts, she closed the door, walking towards the elevator.
Having decided to walk back home in an attempt to clear her mind of the thoughts of one sexy mobster, she had already come halfway when she looked at her wrist, wanting to check the time, only to realise that she had left her watch at the same guy’s place she was trying to clear her mind of. Taking out her phone to call the said man, she breathed out a sigh of relief when he picked up the call within three rings, his deep voice on the other end of the line making a shiver run down (Y/N)’s spine.
Yes, (Y/N) was attracted to Soryu, and she had been attracted to him for the last four of the six years she had known him for. At first, she kind of held a distaste for him, assuming him to be like every other mobster; greedy, selfish and sexist, only wanting women to run the house and quench his desires. Surprisingly for her, Soryu had defied all her assumptions, proving to have a heart of gold underneath his apathetic mask.
But she never dared to tell Soryu, for she herself didn’t know whether this attraction was plain lust or actual feelings. Moreover, she was pretty sure that the mobster hated women, so she didn’t have a chance anyways.
Telling Soryu about her watch and how important it was for her meeting which was early the next day, she asked him if she could quickly come by to pick it up. Breathing a sigh of relief at the affirmative response she got, she hung up, turning around, her steps taking her back to the hotel where the man stayed.
As she was on her way though, she felt drops of water touch her cheeks. Looking up to see her fears come alive, she saw raindrops pouring down, their number and the force with which they came down steadily increasing by the minute. Thanking the heavens for deciding to wear a black formal suit that day, she hurried her steps, not afraid of her undergarments peeking out from under her dark clothes.
Knock, knock.
Soryu heard someone knocking on the door to his suite. Getting up from the couch and setting his laptop aside, he walked towards the door, opening it to see a sight which he was pretty sure he was not prepared for. (Y/N) stood there, soaked to the bone, shivering ever so slightly. It was then that he noticed the sound of the raindrops hitting the windows of his suite.
Without wasting any time, he grabbed her arms and pulled her in, not noticing the blush on her cheeks. (Y/N) had never seen Soryu in casual clothes, for as long as she had known him, and she wasn’t about to deny the fact that Soryu looked incredibly sexy in his navy blue T-shirt, grey sweatpants and combed down hair. He gave off a very approachable and easy-going vibe, something which wasn’t ever possible if he was in his usual grey suit, hair slicked back.
“Jesus, woman! You could’ve taken a cab, you moron,” Soryu said after listening to her explanation of how she got so soaked, busy getting a bath ready for her.
“I was enjoying the rain, okay,” she took off her suit jacket, putting it in the basket meant for clothes that needed to be dry-cleaned.
“Also planning to get sick, were you?” He replied, opening his closet to take out a navy blue shirt for the female. “By the way, you’re staying here for the night. Your clothes will be back in your hands by tomorrow morning.” Before she could ask anything, he added, “I’ll be in the living room, if you need anything. Also, drop your clothes in the cloth bin before you go in for the bath. Bye,” He walked out, shutting the door of the bedroom behind him.
Shrugging her shoulders, (Y/N) started taking off her clothes, discarding them one by one in the cloth bin as she had been instructed to. Still in her grey wet sports bra and matching boy shorts, she went over to the bed to pick up the clothes Soryu had placed for her. Picking up the shirt, she was about to turn around when she saw a brand new KeyBlyeShint’s underwear, that too in grey color.
So he gets his underwear from popular brands, huh. Wait,of course he does, duh, she thought. She picked up the boxer, chuckling and how thoughtful Soryu was to give her a brand new under garment to wear, when realisation struck her: she didn’t have a bra.
‘Meh, he’ll be in the living room. Who cares,’ she thought, shimmying out of her bra and boy shorts, entering the bathroom.
After about fifteen minutes, Soryu came back into the bedroom to get her wet clothes, wanting to give them to the hotel staff so they could be ready by the morning. While picking up the clothes one by one, Soryu’s eyes landed on (Y/N)’s bra and underwear, a blush coloring his cheeks at the thought of him not providing her a replacement for the bra.
Shaking his head to stop imagining (Y/N)’s naked body, something he had wanted to mark as his for a long time now, under his clothes, he quickly moved out of the room, wanting to get away as far as possible from confronting his messed up emotions.
Soryu craved (Y/N), but he didn’t now if it was lust or affection. He had had his eyes on her ever since she had proved to be a human with emotions. (Y/N) had always appeared to him as the epitome of perfection, having no flaws, perfectly neutral face, but he had started having a soft spot for her ever since she had started trusting him enough to show him her flaws.
(Y/N), like any human, had insecurities. She had chosen to rely on him for help, whenever she needed a shoulder, whenever her anxiety hit her in an attack, whenever she felt as if she couldn’t breathe. In the last six years, (Y/N) had become almost as important to Soryu as Eisuke, with him also showing her his human side from time to time.
Soryu was shaken out of his thoughts when the bedroom door opened, and (Y/N) stepped out wearing his shirt and boxers, her hair wet, her makeup off. She had never worn much make-up to start with, but her dark skin looked even more beautiful without the highlighter covering the dark circles she had gotten from working past mid-night, or the black eyeliner making her already beautiful eyes stand out.
Soryu couldn’t help roaming his eyes over her shoulders, her abdomen, her legs, and her ankles. She donned his clothes even better than he himself did, and suddenly he felt the urge to hide her from the lustful gaze of all other men of the world. He wanted to mark her as his, so that no other guy would have the courage to try to get her. In this moment, she looked sexy, yet elegant, ethereal, yet somehow real.
Standing up and walking over to her, he asked, “How may I help you?”
“Oh, Mr. Oh, suddenly being formal, are we?” She teased, a chuckle escaping her plump lips. Soryu wanted to kiss them right there, but somehow he held back the urge, afraid of making a wrong move and losing the woman who had become an inseparable part of his life. “Anyways, can we share the bed?”
“Why, all okay?”
“Actually, I kinda feel really anxious for some reason, though I don’t know why. What if I have an anxiety attack in the middle of the night and I can’t call you in time?” She asked, looking into his eyes, a genuine fear swimming in her eyes.
Soryu had been beside (Y/N) whenever she had an anxiety attack, calming her down. She had started to rely on him a little more each time, and by now she was confident enough to ask him the question most women would be too afraid to even think of.
“Okay, fine. I’ll be there in a sec,” he said, going back to the living room to shut down his laptop and pick up the blanket. Entering back into the bedroom, he found (Y/N) standing slowly walking towards the bed, her phone in her hand and her eyes on her mobile. Wanting to surprise her, he tip-toed towards her, suddenly coming behind her, “What are you looking so keenly at?”
(Y/N) let out a scream, tripping over the carpet, not having been prepared for Soryu’s surprise attack. As Soryu moved forward to catch her, he realised a moment too late that his response to stimuli was a little slower than he needed it to be, and he too ended up falling with (Y/N).
As the both tried to catch their breath, they suddenly realised that they were on the bed, with (Y/N) looking up at Soryu, who was laying over her. Soryu too realised the proximity of the two, feeling her shallow breaths hit his cheeks.
As Soryu immediately tried to move to get away from the already awkward situation, his legs got caught in his blanket and he ended up falling on top of (Y/N) yet again. Only this time, even his lips fell on top of hers.
Even though he quickly lifted his head to break the unintended, but much desired, kiss, he noticed her smirking. “Trying to seduce me, Mr. Oh?” She asked, her eyes lighting up with mostly amusement, but also some hidden heat, or so Soryu thought.
“Do you want me to?” he returned her question with one of his, wanting to see if the attraction was only one-sided.
Not giving him any responses indicating her reaction, she replied, “Well, if I do, is that how you’ll seduce me? You’ll fall over me and give me a kiss?”
“Why do you ask?”
"’Cause, well, I like to be seduced by a different kind of kiss, you know.”
“Oh,” He raised his eyebrows, not knowing where this was going. “And what kind of a kiss is that?” he asked, moving his face closer to hers, as if inviting her to him.
“This kind,” she said, grabbing his face, catching his lips in her own, not giving him time to react. She moved her lips agonizingly slowly, but sensually, along his, gauging his reaction.
Soryu pulled back, making confusion line her face, her eyes filling with fear at making a wrong move and ruining whatever they had, or had the chance of having. Not wanting her to get any wrong ideas, he held her face, stroking her cheeks, calming her down. “You wanted to be seduced, right?” he whispered, his voice sounding oh-so deep, “Then let me be the one to seduce you, not the other way ‘round, princess.”
He didn’t notice (Y/N)’s eyes widen in surprise as he bent his head low, his lips catching hers. Her heart rate kept on increasing as her mind processed the situation; Soryu was on top of her, he was kissing her, and he had just called her princess. She wanted to squeal in joy, scream and jump around, and she most probably would have, had Soryu not been on top of her with his mouth working its way to shut her up in the best possible way it could.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Soryu’s thin lips on her own, his tongue doing wonders in her mouth, his hands scratching sensually on her sides. While her mouth returned the kiss, her hands found their way into his hair, grabbing them lightly.
Soryu couldn’t believe she was kissing him back, for he had never anticipated for her to return his feelings of desire. Kissing her deeper, his hands found their way to her abdomen, slipping under the shirt to toy with her sides. Taking her deep groan as a sign of encouragement, his hands started to unbutton the shirt from the bottom, taking their time to reveal her smooth, dark skin. Once he had unbuttoned the shirt halfway, he stopped for a second to let (Y/N) rid him of his T-shirt.
He crawled back, catching her legs by the ankles. Kissing the side of her right knee, his left hand kept stroking the left one, making her shudder. His lips and hands kept moving upwards towards her core, where he could already see a dark patch forming. Smirking, he stroked her inner thighs, gently nudging her core with his nose, making her sigh in pleasure.
Not wanting for her to be the only one on the receiving end, (Y/N) pulled Soryu up by his shoulders, rolling them over so that he was under her. Taking her time to feel his abs, her hands wandered down to his clothed crotch, slipping inside his sweatpants, stroking his already hard member. She smiled at the groan he let out, lowering her hands to massage the bottom of his balls over his boxers. The way he bucked his hips into her hand made her smile turn into a smirk, and she took out her hands from inside his sweatpants, slowly removing the said piece of clothing.
“We don’t have all day, woman,” Soryu said between his ragged breaths, repeating the same phrase she had used on him during their game of Truth or Dare.
“Don’t tell me I have you turned on?” She said, responding in the same way he had.
Somehow, as if the question had flipped a switch in him, he rolled them over once again, taking his sweatpants off in the process, “Unfortunately for you, I sure am. And if you aren’t turned on too, then I guess we’ll have to change that.” Smirking, he quickly unbuttoned the shirt (Y/N) was wearing, taking it off and throwing it away. His hands found their way to her chest as his lips worked their magic on her neck, making her mewl in absolute pleasure.
While his right hand went down to rub circles around her core over the grey boxer, his left hand played with her left breast, enjoying the sighs she let out. Even though he was enjoying, he wanted to hear more. He wanted to hear her moan, he wanted to see her go crazy, he wanted to watch her come undone because of him.
And so, his lips started to travel down her neck and to her collarbones, tasting them before moving down the her right breast, while his fingers found her clit, rubbing it ever so gently. Soryu moved further down, kissing just above her belly button before his lips moved along the lines of the boxer she was wearing. Her fingers grabbed on to his capable shoulders, her eyes closing in ecstasy.
He kissed her wet core over the fabric before his fingers pulled the piece of cloth down, and threw it away from her body. He kissed her bare core, the divine smell of her juices making him almost lose all control, while his fingers toyed with her clit and her nipples. He moved his tongue to flick over the spot his thumb had been working on; her clit, making her almost yell out in pleasure. His fingers slowly went inside her while his tongue continued to work on that one spot.
By now, (Y/N) had lost all her self-control. She hadn’t slept with anyone in the last six years, and such stimulation was something she had not prepared herself for.
Soryu’s fingers increased their pace, pumping in and out of her as her sighs turned into shallow groans, indicating she was near her high. He slowly decreased his pace, smirking at (Y/N)’s disappointed sigh, before taking out his fingers and putting them in his mouth, tasting her juices. (Y/N) could’ve sworn she almost came right there and then at the erotic sight he presented.
He moved his face closer to her bare core, now stimulating her with his tongue. Once again, he decreased his pace just as he felt (Y/N)’s breathing get ragged, her groans turning into moans.
But before he could do anything else, (Y/N) flipped him over so that she was on top, yet again.
Grabbing his boxers and pulling them off, her hand found their way to an already excited groin as her fingers played with his nipples. When he tried to take control, she pushed him back by the shoulders, indicating her desire to return the favor. Her mouth too started to work on his other nipple as her fingers worked their magic on his obvious excitement down below. She stroked him a few times, before starting to pump him, increasing her pace as the moments ticked by.
As much as she wanted to watch him come undone, her need to take revenge took over, for it would surly give her a better result. She slowed down her pace just as she felt him nearing his high, chuckling lowly at the disappointed groan Soryu let out.
Letting him flip them over and take the charge once again, she moaned out his name, letting him know that she too was done with the games. As if it flipped something in him, Soryu quickly grabbed a condom, throwing it on before entering her in one swift stroke, thrusting into her again and again. She moaned, something he had wanted to hear oh-so desperately, and soon they both saw white as their orgasms hit them hard, making them shiver, making them moan each other’s names in pure bliss.
As Soryu lay beside her after doing away with the used condom, covering her with the blanket, she turned to him, ”Hey, Soryu. Tomorrow morning, would you regret what happened tonight?”
“No, I wouldn’t,” He said, his eyes boring into hers, honesty reflecting in his dark orbs. He pulled her close, patting her back, slowly lulling them both to a blissful sleep.
The next morning, (Y/N) woke up to find an empty bed. Looking around, she saw her clothes and watch kept neatly on one side of the bed, a note on top of the pile. Walking over, she picked up the note,
Hey, princess. I had some work to attend to. Breakfast is in the kitchen. Also, if you want to keep yesterday night a secret amongst us both, it’s fine. See you at the meeting today evening,
- Soryu.
She smiled, thinking of how thoughtful the man was, even going as far as considering to ask for her opinion on the whole ordeal. Dressing up and eating the breakfast, she quickly went home to change into a fresh pair of clothes before going to attend her meeting, not forgetting her watch this time.
As soon as she was out the entrance of the building she had to meet her client at, she spotted Samejima, rushing towards her. “Princess, Ice Dragons HQ. Now,” He said, not giving her the time to process what was going on.
Once she reached the HQ, she was immediately rushed off into Soryu’s cabin, not giving her a chance to even take a breath.
“Be my girlfriend,” Soryu said as soon as he had locked the door to his cabin.
“What?!” She asked, clearly dumbstruck at the sudden preposition.
“Fake girlfriend, I mean.”
“Why?” She asked again, noticing the dark look that took over the mobster’s features. This wasn’t going to be good.
✨🧜🏽♀️My Siren witch retake from the Hansel and Gretel story. She attracts sailors with a lighthouse then lures her pray using her voice to keep them in trance to steal their soul to keep feeding the lighthouse. I also liked how the colors came out.
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