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her wrist. Then my dxpression turning darker as my voice lowers to a rasp. “Say my name again, Oraya. Better yet, beg for your sad little life."

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fighting it even if my mind is saying otherwise. The moment I look into those eyes, some ancient fucking part of me recognizes her. She's mine. My mate. The one somehow made for me and she wants my head. Pushing that thought away, my thumb brushes slowly over -

“Unfortunately for you, little queen." My eyes burn into hers. “I've always been rather fond of taking back control. I should snap your neck for this. Or let my men have at you. They do love a human play thing.” And yet I don't kill her. I can't. No, every part of my body is -

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holding me down. The next, Im reversing our positions, catching her wrists and pinning them above her head with effortless strength. The mattress dips beneath her as I loom over her, the knife trapped harmlessly between us. I lean closer, my voice dropping to a whisper against the space between us.-

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out of whatever just happened, a augh slips from my chest. “Oraya.” I say it slowly, like I've been waiting centuries to learn. Then my eyes narrow on her. “You really thought I'd let you keep me beneath you forever Besides, I do love a woman on top.” Before she can react, I move. One second she's -

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else. A thousand stolen moments flashing through my mind like memories that haven't happened. Then another vision. One with her beside me until the very end. I know somewhere as a voice whispers to me, my life ends with her there. And somehow, impossibly, I know I'd choose it again. Snapping -

use when they’re trying to explain something they don’t understand. Time actually stops around me the second my gaze locks onto hers. Suddenly there is no knife, blood, throne, or kingdom. Its just her. Her screaming my name in a future I haven't lived yet. Her voice, laughter, fury, and something -

watching my own blood crawl down my skin before finding her face again. She’s angry. Beautifully fucking angry. And for the first time in an eternity, something inside me goes completely still as her eyes find mine. The world stops. No its noot metaphorically. Or the poetic bullshit mortals -

I stare up at her like she’s just accused me of something I’ve never heard of, before almost amused smile pulls at my mouth. “Your parents?” The accusation means nothing to me. Not yet. My eyes drop briefly to the blade pressed against my throat, -

Ryan Gautier. @godsofwrath.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

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Ryan Gautier The right-hand and shield to Kyler Elric. Mature Content Warning. Dark themes. MDNI. Banter and plots welcomed. Unless you're her, dont fucking dm me.

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Katherine P. @zestyartistry.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

𐙚⋆.˚ Wild spirit, soft heart. • Student ✧ Dancer ✧ Coffee lover

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Saint @bendoverfordaddy.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

Good taste. Bad habits. Worse intentions. Nice smile. Sharp fangs. He drinks expensive liquor and cheaper blood. The kind of man your mother warned you about. The kind you'd still bring home. MDNI • Ask to DM • Dark Themes

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the names. That would be exhausting, and frankly, beneath a my time. But I'm listening. Convince me I'm the monster you've built me into in your head."

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this restrains me. It's almost sweet. I tilt my head against the pillow, feeling the blade shift with the movement, feeling it bite half a degree deeper into my skin. "Besides, you'll have to be more specific," I say. "I've signed a great number of death warrants. I don't memorize -

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"That's a heavy accusation to open with," I say, my voice low, unbothered, the words rolling out slower than they need to. "You didn't even give me the courtesy of a name first. Rude, for someone straddling a king in his own bed." Her knees dig harder into my arms. She thinks -

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