#Alonsol/Alannah

[taintedsoul-if]

Hi! How would the ROs react to a situation where the Mc has to seduce someone in order to get information or something that would be helpful for them (like a spy kind of thing) and they were very good at faking interest on the other person? Expecting some jealousy 🫣 Also, have a nice day!

😨 anon sorry for making you wait so long! Also I also hope you have a wonderful day!

Mission Target: Corrupted Politican

Rank: S

Task: Ledger

Completion: 6 months

Sascha

"Who was that person just now?" Sascha asked. His voice was calm, almost inaudible. He caged you between his chest and the bathroom sink.

"Is your brain broken?" You asked coldly.

He lowered his head. His cold gaze bored into yours. You stared intently at him, with pursed lips. What the hell was he doing here? A vein popped in your neck. His arms wrapped around your waist in a punishing grip. The more you struggle, the more Sascha's restraint tightened.

"Sascha!" You gritted out.

"Cucciolo, don't forget who you belong to." He whispered dully in your ears.

Your heart thumped in your chest. You could not suppress the rising panic. "M-Mission target." You stuttered out.

His gloved fingers pinched your chin. Indiscernible anger flickered in his eyes. "Abort."

You swat his hand away. "Like hell I will."

"I will not repeat myself."

You clenched and unclenched your fists. " You never used to care about the missions I took. What's so different now?"

"Are you questioning me?" Sascha asked. His expression darkened.

You opened and closed your mouth. You were questioning his motives. But do you dare to say that to his face. In your eyes this man was being outright unreasonable right now. Sascha, Lord Of The Underworld, known for his ruthlessness and his bloodthirst. Just because you're his spouse does not mean, he will not punish you according to family rules. Your face paled at that thought. "Understood." You spat. Your head drooped in submission.

Anais/Arrius

There was an uninvited "guest" sitting in your couch nursing a glass of whiskey. "Took you long enough." The uninvited "guest" said peering at you intently.

You sighed in exasperation. "Need something, Anais/Arrius?"

"I heard you got a new mission target." They answered with a lopsided smile.

You leaned against the wall, with your arms folded across your chest. "And?"

"Don't you think this is a waste of time and talent?"

"It's just a job." You retorted with a roll of the eyes.

"No this is prostitution! You know I saw you earlier. Sitting on that Mission Target's lap. You both looked cosy." They said with a self loathing smile. "You never smile like that when you're around me-"

"You were watching me?!" You roared angrily interrupting them.

"That is my job. You're doing your job and I'm just doing mine." They responded nonchalantly.

"Bullshit."

They donned there drink in one gulp. The muscle in their jaw clenched. They stared at you sightlessly. "MC I can tolerate you being the Lord Of The Underworld spouse. But I won't tolerate you being with other people!" Their shoulders tensed. They rose from their seat. "I hope you'll give up on this mission. The person I like should not be touched casually by others. Sleep on what I just said tonight. I'll check in with you again tomorrow morning."

With that said they flounced out of the room without a backward glance.

You stared at their retreating figure in astonishment and confusion. What the hell was that about?

Alonsol/Alannah

"What the fuck?! You scared me to death?" You said, patting your chest in horror.

Ink black eyes pierced yours. The person remained unmoved. Looming over you in the vehicle. Their thin red lips pursed into a firm line. "You're awfully close with your Mission Target." They lamented out loud.

"It's a requirement for the mission. There has been a total of twenty failures in the past." You responded obediently.

They chuckled low and hoarse. "Do you like your mission target? Do not lie to me." A silver dagger was pressed against your cheek. The sunlight reflected on the blade of the dagger. Your heart pounded in your chest like a horse on a racing track.

"What is the meaning of this?" You responded tonelessly.

The corner of their mouth turned up into a sinister smile. "Just an innocent question."

"Says the person, who's pressing a blade against my cheek in a threatening manner." You deadpan.

"MC I am in no mood-"

"Then kill me. After years of being pulled on a string. I've grown tired of this life. You'll actually be doing me a favour." You folded your legs with leisure.

Their eyes dimmed. "I will kill your mission target."

You chuckled maliciously. "Do you think I care."

"Don't force me to do something I'll regret." They growled. Their face inched closer to your own. "Abort this mission or else-"

You caressed the blade longingly. "Or else what? You'll torture me? Or is it that you'll imprison me?" You whispered in their ears.

Their body shuddered. The blade clattered to the leather seat of the car. A flush crept up on their face. "Don't tempt me." They whispered hoarsely. Their heated eyes trained on yours.

After writing this ask. I feel like these scenes should be added to the story! 😫🤗 it has room to grow. Thank you for the ask lovely anon! Hope you enjoy!

[iusod]

Lemme just drop this right here. 🤣 I'm still laughing.

Hi! How would the ROs react to a situation where the Mc has to seduce someone in order to get information or something that would be helpful for them (like a spy kind of thing) and they were very good at faking interest on the other person? Expecting some jealousy 🫣 Also, have a nice day!

😨 anon sorry for making you wait so long! Also I also hope you have a wonderful day!

Mission Target: Corrupted Politican

Rank: S

Task: Ledger

Completion: 6 months

Sascha

"Who was that person just now?" Sascha asked. His voice was calm, almost inaudible. He caged you between his chest and the bathroom sink.

"Is your brain broken?" You asked coldly.

He lowered his head. His cold gaze bored into yours. You stared intently at him, with pursed lips. What the hell was he doing here? A vein popped in your neck. His arms wrapped around your waist in a punishing grip. The more you struggle, the more Sascha's restraint tightened.

"Sascha!" You gritted out.

"Cucciolo, don't forget who you belong to." He whispered dully in your ears.

Your heart thumped in your chest. You could not suppress the rising panic. "M-Mission target." You stuttered out.

His gloved fingers pinched your chin. Indiscernible anger flickered in his eyes. "Abort."

You swat his hand away. "Like hell I will."

"I will not repeat myself."

You clenched and unclenched your fists. " You never used to care about the missions I took. What's so different now?"

"Are you questioning me?" Sascha asked. His expression darkened.

You opened and closed your mouth. You were questioning his motives. But do you dare to say that to his face. In your eyes this man was being outright unreasonable right now. Sascha, Lord Of The Underworld, known for his ruthlessness and his bloodthirst. Just because you're his spouse does not mean, he will not punish you according to family rules. Your face paled at that thought. "Understood." You spat. Your head drooped in submission.

Anais/Arrius

There was an uninvited "guest" sitting in your couch nursing a glass of whiskey. "Took you long enough." The uninvited "guest" said peering at you intently.

You sighed in exasperation. "Need something, Anais/Arrius?"

"I heard you got a new mission target." They answered with a lopsided smile.

You leaned against the wall, with your arms folded across your chest. "And?"

"Don't you think this is a waste of time and talent?"

"It's just a job." You retorted with a roll of the eyes.

"No this is prostitution! You know I saw you earlier. Sitting on that Mission Target's lap. You both looked cosy." They said with a self loathing smile. "You never smile like that when you're around me-"

"You were watching me?!" You roared angrily interrupting them.

"That is my job. You're doing your job and I'm just doing mine." They responded nonchalantly.

"Bullshit."

They donned there drink in one gulp. The muscle in their jaw clenched. They stared at you sightlessly. "MC I can tolerate you being the Lord Of The Underworld spouse. But I won't tolerate you being with other people!" Their shoulders tensed. They rose from their seat. "I hope you'll give up on this mission. The person I like should not be touched casually by others. Sleep on what I just said tonight. I'll check in with you again tomorrow morning."

With that said they flounced out of the room without a backward glance.

You stared at their retreating figure in astonishment and confusion. What the hell was that about?

Alonsol/Alannah

"What the fuck?! You scared me to death?" You said, patting your chest in horror.

Ink black eyes pierced yours. The person remained unmoved. Looming over you in the vehicle. Their thin red lips pursed into a firm line. "You're awfully close with your Mission Target." They lamented out loud.

"It's a requirement for the mission. There has been a total of twenty failures in the past." You responded obediently.

They chuckled low and hoarse. "Do you like your mission target? Do not lie to me." A silver dagger was pressed against your cheek. The sunlight reflected on the blade of the dagger. Your heart pounded in your chest like a horse on a racing track.

"What is the meaning of this?" You responded tonelessly.

The corner of their mouth turned up into a sinister smile. "Just an innocent question."

"Says the person, who's pressing a blade against my cheek in a threatening manner." You deadpan.

"MC I am in no mood-"

"Then kill me. After years of being pulled on a string. I've grown tired of this life. You'll actually be doing me a favour." You folded your legs with leisure.

Their eyes dimmed. "I will kill your mission target."

You chuckled maliciously. "Do you think I care."

"Don't force me to do something I'll regret." They growled. Their face inched closer to your own. "Abort this mission or else-"

You caressed the blade longingly. "Or else what? You'll torture me? Or is it that you'll imprison me?" You whispered in their ears.

Their body shuddered. The blade clattered to the leather seat of the car. A flush crept up on their face. "Don't tempt me." They whispered hoarsely. Their heated eyes trained on yours.

After writing this ask. I feel like these scenes should be added to the story! 😫🤗 it has room to grow. Thank you for the ask lovely anon! Hope you enjoy!