My butterfly.
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Imu—sama will be portrayed as a man here!
His personality will be portrayed by the little I know about him!
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Imu-sama x R.femele (wife)
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Imu-sama:🔴
You:🔵
Words or phrases of love and affection:🩷
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He'll probably just call you my butterfly or just a butterfly.
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The immense castle of Pangea was silent at night, its endless corridors bathed by the pale light of the moon. In the heart of the structure, inside a luxuriously decorated chamber, I was sitting next to Imu, the hidden ruler of the world.
His eyes, deep and unattainable, watched me from the darkness under the thorny crown he always wore. Despite the cold silence that usually surrounded him, at that moment, his voice cut the air with unusual softness.
- My butterfly, you seem distant tonight.
The title made me smile slightly. It was a nickname that he rarely used, reserved for moments of intimacy, when his absolute authority was undone, even if for a few moments.
- Just thinking, my lord - I replied, turning to face him.
He approached, the long mantles sliding on the floor, enveloping us in a dense shadow. His gloved hand landed on my face, cold as the marble of the throne he occupied.
- Tell me what disturbs your mind.
There were many questions I could ask. About the Lost Century, about the truth of the world, about the weight it carried. But, at that moment, only one mattered.
- Do you feel afraid, Imu?
A loaded silence filled the space between us before he let out a slight sigh.
- Fear is for those who don't control their destiny.
His words were firm, but his gaze—for a brief moment—seemed to hesitate. As if, perhaps, even the hidden king of the world could fear something that not even he could control.
And I asked myself: was I a butterfly that he admired... or one that he feared letting out?
-Moments with him-
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Forbidden Garden.
The secret garden inside Pangea was a place that few knew. Black roses bloomed under the cold light of the moon, and the air had a slightly sweet, almost hypnotic scent. I was there, sitting on a marble bench, feeling the icy wind touch my skin, when I heard silent steps behind me.
- You always come here when you want to run away from something.
Imu's voice was soft, but carried an inescapable weight. He sat next to me, the long mantle flowing like shadows around us.
- Maybe I just like the tranquility. - I replied, looking at him.
- So I'm the one who disturbs this peace?
His red eyes reflected the moon, and for a moment, I saw in them something that no one would ever see—vulnerability. As if, for a second, the absolute ruler of the world wanted to be just a presence by my side, and not a hidden king.
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The Kiss in the Darkness.
The flames of the candles oscillated in the secret chamber, casting shadows on the stone walls. We were close, much more than we should be.
- The whole world can bend to me, but you... you never bow, do you? - His voice was low, almost a whisper.
- I belong to myself, Imu. - My answer was firm, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips.
There was something between us that could never be appointed. Something more dangerous than any secret of the World Government. His face leaned, his cold hand touched my warm skin, and then his lips met mine—a silent kiss, stolen from the darkness.
It was a mistake. But none of us moved away.
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On The Empty Throne.
He was sitting on the throne that, for the world, should always be unoccupied. The Five Ancients had left, and I was the only one to stay.
- Come. - He reached out to me.
I hesitated. That place was a symbol of absolute power, something that no one but him should touch. But, still, I approached, feeling his penetrating gaze.
When my hands met his, he squeezed them tightly—as if keeping me there was the only real thing in the midst of all the illusion he had built.
- If the world knew that I share this throne with you...
- What would happen? - I asked, defiant.
He just smiled sideways, bringing me closer.
- So maybe the world needs a new order.
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Dance in the Shadows.
The large black marble room was silent, lit only by trembling candles. The cold wind whispered through the corridors of Pangea's castle, but there, in the center of darkness, there were only the two of us.
- Have you ever danced before, my butterfly? - Imu asked, extending his hand to me.
- I've never had someone to guide my steps.
He smiled slightly, a rare gesture. His cold fingers held my hand, gently pulling me close. No music, no witnesses, just the sound of the fabric of our clothes rubbing while he led me. His movements were elegant, precise, as if even in something as simple as a dance, he needed to have absolute control.
But when I looked at him, I saw something different in his eyes—a spark of desire, maybe a moment of weakness.
- Maybe it's you who's guiding me tonight.
And in that silent dance, in the heart of absolute power, the hidden king of the world seemed, for an instant, just a man.
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The Hidden Side of Imu.
The storm roared outside, thunder echoing through the castle. I was in his rooms, a place that no one ever dared to enter. The room was big, but strangely empty. No extravagant decoration, no symbol of power. Just shadows and secrets.
He was standing, with his back to me, watching the rain hit the glass.
- Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if all this disappeared. If I wasn't Imu, if the world didn't belong to me.
The confession was unexpected.
- And who would you be?
He turned slowly, his red eyes shining in the gloom.
- Someone who could love you without having to hide.
There was a heavy silence between us. I knew what that moment meant, the risk of hearing such words from someone like him.
- You already love me, Imu. You just can't admit it.
His lips curled into a half-dark smile, before he approached.
- And you like the danger it brings.
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The Last Secret.
The sun was setting, dyeing the skies red over Mary Geoise. I was next to him, at the top of the fortress, watching the world below us.
- If I fell, what would you do? - Imu asked, without looking away from the landscape.
The question was strange. A supreme king should not fear the fall.
- I would fall with you.
He turned to me, his expression finally showing something that no one would ever see: doubt.
- Would you abandon everything for me?
I approached, touching his cold face.
- Don't you notice? I'm already stuck with you. There is no turning back.
He sighed, holding my hand.
- So, my butterfly, I hope you never regret flying so close to the flame.
And there, between the light of sunset and the shadows of her empire, I knew that I was condemned to him.
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