#Unterton

[joanofarc]

fucking sick of myself since day one (hot desk mix), mark (2019).

[the-ellia-west]

What is everyone's favorite foods/drinks? :3

Ronan: I've always liked goat stew, and lemon water!

Finn: Cheese and dried fruit are so good, I don't care that they're simple and a little flavorless. As for drinks, I love cold Cidar!

Morena: Oh! Well, Angel cakes, and Ginger cinnamon tea are always a lovely combination, honestly, I don't think there's anything that can top it!

Rose: Ooh, That's a fun question! Nothing tops a fresh Apple Pie and something my mom used to make called a butterscotch steamer!

Jakkon: Rakia, and uh... probably truffles or something I suppose, I don't know.

Mangrove: Sun peaches! Those things were SO GOOD, though I suppose I can't eat them now. Mortal food, Honey and Peaches, and for drinks, I like Pineapple juice?

Wild: I loved Shortcake when I could snatch it, and uh... idk, water? Milk maybe?

Phenik: Food? Hm, I love Salted Bubble fish with rice, and whenever my dad could get cherry syrup from the Overlands for the Lemon juice things the servants used to make my brothers and I.

Fye: Warm sweetbread and Orange juice. Though I did always love Amber drops when Father let me have them.

Rune:CHERRY PIE AND LEMONADE!!!

Eveny: Some nice lavender tea and cream tarts? Perfect for a holiday or a nice late night conversation by the fireplace!

Aseiri: I love lemon cake and strawberry pudding and grape juice.

Niisuda: ...Pancakes. And Iced water when we can get it.

Eynalis: Lamb, and good wine.

Jatár: Caviar or something, Screw off.

Kyrin: Probably good cheese and Nightlily ale. It has a strange tanginess to it.

Mirês: Something with Magic in it, Vykin most likely (Vykin is a type of potato that tastes like pomegranites and pineapples with a bit of starchy, sweet, and earthy tones to it)

Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoyed this!

[daughterofhecata]

Habe jetzt den DreiTag zum ersten Mal komplett gelesen und so witzig es ist, ich finde Fremder Freund immer noch den schwächsten Teil und bin ein bisschen traurig drüber. Hauptsächlich, weil der Band eben nicht auf Peters Stärken zugeschnitten ist, so wie die anderen zwei für Justus und Bob, sondern ihn regelmäßig als leichtgläubigen Idioten dastehen lässt. Hätte mir eher einen (und ich kann nicht glauben, dass ich das sage) Sport- oder Auto-Fall gewünscht, wo Peter sich vielleicht unter eine Gruppe Verdächtiger mischen muss und durch sein Wesen und sein umfangreiches praktisches Wissen auf eine Weise brilliert, die Justus und Bob nicht nachahmen könnten.

[florbexter]

No because Zhang Ping’s earnesty is so hilarious because he isn’t this suave brilliant young man that next to his deductive skills also knows how to woe and ahh the people around him.

He just marches on like a bulldozer and his: “Oh that wasn’t part of the plan.” face whenever he destroys something or is tangled up in something or his rightous demands don’t get met is E V E R Y T H I N G! The way his caterpillar eyebrows move.

This is his first day as a human and no one can convince me otherwise.

[seepweed]

NEIN. er hat nicht ernsthaft das armband aus dieser erinnerungskiste angezogen.

[moondove330]

NOW I'm playing lego batman 3. Lex Luthor just said he hopes Superman is okay, he's really worried about him. Joker says, don't worry Batman will take care of him. Robin says, I think I liked you two better before. Robin is homophobic

Also Green Lanturn and Manhunter set up a satellite probe thing in space and Lantern says If there's one thing Martians know it's setting up a probe. HELLO??????

ALSO Braniac is voiced by Dee Bradley Baker and all I can think of is the Smiths yelling SHUT UP KLAUS and Roger punting him into the street

[echoescomeback]

the songbirds are here you just have to search for them listen for their songs

[airenyah]

oh the blessing and the curse of having an education in something

[nefarrilou]

Pokémon Trainer: Fairy-Type ✨ Inspired by @alelelesimz trainers! More [ x ]

Genetics Hair + Strand | Skin + tints + untertones + Nosemask | Eyes | Antennae | Wings | Neck Fluff | Nails | Blossoms  Clothes Outfit + Tassels | Sleeves Accessories Veil | Nose Piercing | Bandages Pokémon Gardevoir | Sylveon | Igglybuff & Jigglypuff | Xerneas | Pokéball

C R E A T O R S

Genetics @goppolsme @eachuisge-cc @serawis @divadoom @bellassims

@saruin @dansimsfantasy @simbience @crilender @frenchiesimgirl

@remussirion

Clothes @ugliecc

Accessories @148dazed @0o0ghost0o0

Pokemon Mega-Altaria by TheAdorableOshawott

[awakari]

Good Night Stories

Sanji x gn!Reader

It had been an exhausting day with a stressful battle. You're tired, but the adrenaline still hasn't fully worn off, so you're struggling to fall asleep. After a while of tossing and turning in your bed, you decide to head back out onto the deck and sit down on a bench, feeling the fresh night breeze.

After sitting there for a few minutes, you hear a door somewhere to your right open and someone else walking onto the deck. Upon turning your head towards the source of the noise, you spot your blonde crewmate and good friend, Sanji, about to light a cigarette.

He notices you sitting there and starts walking towards you with a smirk. "Can't sleep?" he asks with a teasing untertone. "No. I'm SO exhausted, but I still can't calm down from earlier..." you explain and let out a frustrated groan.

When he realizes your frustration, his expression softens and he sits down next to you, asking if there's anything he can do for you. You lean against him and ask if he can tell you something. A confused look crosses his face and he turns his head towards you. "Like what?"

"I don't know... anything. I think i just need some kind of distraction, to take my mind off today for a bit."

There's a moment of silence, as Sanji seems to be thinking to himself. As he starts talking again, he begins reminiscing about his time working at the Baratie. The stories range from strange experiences with customers, to Zeff once again making him wait the Tables, instead of letting him cook, to the dishes he would prepare.

His voice always has a calming effect on you, so you start to relax and slowly but surely, you drift off to sleep, with your head resting on his shoulder. Sanji continues talking for a while and when he realizes that you've fallen asleep, he gently places his jacket over your lap, careful not to wake you up. He can't help but notice how peaceful you look sleeping like that and a smile crosses his lips.

Then he finally lights the cigarette he was about to smoke earlier and leans back a little, making sure your head doesn't fall off his shoulder. Minutes pass. After he finishes his cigarette, he lightly leans his head against yours with a content sigh and lets his eyelids fall shut.

Soon after, he too falls asleep and the two of you gently sway with the calm rocking of the ship.

[millersdjarin]

Millersdjarin Fic Masterlist

reblog-able masterlist ❤️

{**indicates smut}

Joel Miller

Baby, Show Me** ♥︎ Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: E ♥︎ Word Count: 4.2k ♥︎ Tags/Warnings: smut, d/s untertones, but it’s also just really soft at the same time, joel in charge, multiple orgasms, communication, enthusiastic consent, pet names, praise kink, so much praise kink that you’ll never doubt yourself again

Some Invisible String** ♥︎ Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: E ♥︎ Status: Complete, 5 Chapters (21.6k) ♥︎ Summary: Ten years after Reader left Joel for reasons he still doesn’t know, they find themselves together again in a town called Jackson. Joel has questions he’s too afraid to ask; and Reader dreads having to give the answers. ♥︎ Tags/Warnings: eventual smut, post TLOU part I, jackson era joel

My Hands are Shaking (From Holding Back From You)** ♥︎ Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: E ♥︎ Word Count: 6k ♥︎ Tags/Warnings: SMUT, i am a slut !!!!, light d/s, joel in charge, communication, praise kink, pu**y slaps, just filth!!, aftercare, pet names, rough sex, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, established relationship

Religion's In Your Lips** ♥︎ Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: E ♥︎ Word Count: 5.4k ♥︎ Tags/Warnings:  smut, joel’s Skills™, oral (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected piv, a bit of mandhandling from joel, dirty talk, begging, praise kink, all that good stuff

Shorter posts/blurbs/headcanons:

♥︎ Domestic!Married!Couple Joel x F!Reader

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Din Djarin

Parts of You ♥︎ Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: T - M ♥︎ Word Count: 1.9k ♥︎ Tags/Warnings: helmetless!din, established relationship, soft, tender, soft!din, brief mention of a fight

I Only See Daylight** ♥︎ Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: E ♥︎ Status: Complete ♥︎ Word Count: ~141.6k ♥︎ Tags/Warnings: slow burn, eventual smut, post-canon, trauma, past emotiona/physical abuse, religious trauma, cults, scars, negative self-image, din working out his shit, reader working out her shit, found family, injury, heavy angst but also lots of fluff and love (drop me a message if you need any more details on any of the warnings)

Don't Wanna Look (At Anything Else)** ♥︎ Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: E (explicit, SMUT) ♥︎ Smut chapter #1 from I Only See Daylight

In These Trying Times ♥︎ Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: G ♥︎ Word Count: 2.7k ♥︎ Tags/Warnings: diabetes, hypoglycaemia, almost-fainting, protective!din, secrets, food

[daughterofhecata]

Ich muss noch mal diesen Ausschnitt aus "Mord unter Palmen" teilen, einfach weil...

Hübsche junge Frau: Ich weiß nicht, ob ich heute Nacht schlafen kann...

Victor Hugenay: Versuchs halt.

Hübsche junge Frau: Darf ich zu dir (ins Bett) kommen, wenn ich Angst habe? 🥺😏

Victor Hugenay: Meinetwegen, wenns sein muss. Anyway, zurück zum Fall.

[tryingadifferentsong]

Schloss Einstein Rewatch Folge 77 - 80

Wenn ich die Lehrer:innen mit ihren Zeitungshüten so auf dem geschmückten Schulhof sehe und die signature happy Seelitz Musik anfängt, fühle ich mich ja selbst gleich, als würde ich nach den Sommerferien wieder am Schloss ankommen 🥹

Omg, die armen Kids haben ja alle noch gar keine Rollkoffer, sondern müssen ihre Koffer alle noch tragen. Iris muss Nadine als erste Information mitteilen, dass sie 3 Pfund abgenommen hat, ey die tut mir so leid, dass das ihr Gewicht so eine Rolle für sie spielt (aber was haben sich die Autor:innen dabei gedacht, das immer wieder zu betonen, sie ist doch überhaupt nicht dick!)

Wolf, du kannst doch nicht so nebenbei dropen, dass Atze jetzt "liebestechnisch" Connections ins Internat hat, wir wollen doch wissen was da in den Ferien noch passiert ist! (Wann Alexandra und Atze E-Mail Fiction, Kika??? 😡)

Auftritt Elisabeth! Mein erster Gedanke ist, dass ihre Mimik mich sehr an Martha erinnert 😍 Wie motiviert Elisabeth und Alexandra auch sofort zusammen an der Schatzsuche arbeiten. Und dann finden die einfach durch einen Streich der Dorfkids eine Bombe wtf? Elisabeth will bei der Evakuierung des Schlosses auch ihr Fahrrad mitnehmen, Ava wäre stolz! (danke Wolf und Ingo, dass ihr die Schatzkarte nicht in mehrere Teile aufgeteilt habt, so konnten wir die Schatzsuche in 2 Folgen, statt einer ganzen Staffel abfrühstücken)

Warum sind Nadiver schon wieder cuteness overload? "Gab's auch irgendwas in deinen Ferien, was nicht so gut war?" - "Ja, dass du nicht da warst" - "Ging mir genauso. [...] Ich hab jedenfalls ganz viel an dich gedacht" . Das ist zwar so vorhersehbar, aber die machen mich in ihrer jugendlichen Verliebtheit trotzdem jedes Mal fertig 😭

Die Jungs (v.a. Ingo, Oliver und Budhi) sind über die Ferien alle einfach so erwachsen geworden, das sind keine Babys mehr, das sind ja schon halbe Erwachsene!

Oh Gott, wie cringe dann die Szene ist, in der erst Marc Budhi beichten muss, dass Katharina in den Ferien was mit einem anderen hatte und dann Buddhi erzählt, wie er in den Ferien mit Sonja nackt im Pool auf der Kreuzfahrt war. Budhi gibt mir dadurch leider grade ganz große Fuckboy-Vibes 😫

Aus Rache an den Dorfkids erfinden Alexandra, Marc und Elisabeth das "Schakana", ich find's ja generell immer cute, wie ernst die alle ihre Streiche aneinander nehmen und wie viel Mühe die sich geben, aber dass Alexandra Monika so richtig sauer aus dem Labor drängt, nur weil die auch mal an den Computer will, passt irgendwie gar nicht zu ihr.. (Monikas Konter "Du blöde Labor-Schnepfe" ist aber mindestens genauso unnötig, vor allem weil das halt auch noch ein misogynen Unterton hat...🫠) Aber wie gut, dass Marc und Pasulke Alexandra danach sogar spiegeln, dass sie gerade etwas zu hart war. Und wo haben die schon wieder das Schaf für die Auflösung her? Ich habe herzlich gelacht 😂

Franz trifft leider auch genau meinen "aw it's adorable, oh it's traumatized" Softspot. Seine Eltern sind einfach beide bei einem Autounfall gestorben😭♥️ (Autor:innen auch so: wir hatten jetzt in Staffel 1 mehrere toxische Väter, Trennungen und ein Adoption als Familiengeschichten, was machen wir jetzt in Staffel 2? - Ich hab's, ein Kind hat einfach keine Eltern mehr *mic drop*)

Wenn man seine Backstory kennt, ist das irgendwie echt herzzerreißend, dass er sich so an Oliver hängt, der aber (auch verständlicherweise) keine Lust hat, sich dauernd mit seinem Patenkind zu beschäftigen. Und dann noch die schlimmen Träume, von denen er im Kunstunterricht erzählt. Dieses Gespräch mit Frau Delling abends in den Mensa - hier hat doch gestern auch jemand geschrieben, dass wir Szenen brauchen, in denen Noah und Colin über ihre Traumata reden. Diese Szene mit Franz ist gerade mein Ersatz dafür, ich hab echt fast angefangen zu weinen.. 😢

Nadja taucht auf und sofort werden Indianer-Geschichten ausgepackt - dazu will ich eigentlich gar nichts mehr groß schreiben, alles an mir findet diese Szenen höchstgradig unangenehm 😒💀 aber anderes Thema, wir sehen dieses Schild im Hintergrund (steht das da nur in dieser Folge, oder taucht das öfter auf?), irgendwie find ichs komisch dass da einfach so "Schloss Einstein Gymnasium" steht. Ich hatte immer abgespeichert, dass die Schule offiziell "Albert-Einstein-Gymnasium" heißt (oder ist das nur in Erfurt so?) und Schloss Einstein eher der mündlich geläufige Name für das Internat ist. Die Verwirrung ist verwirrt 😵‍💫

[shellys-mind]

!!TW Essstörung!!

Gedanken nach vier

Jetzt liege ich hier

Immer noch kein Auge zu gemacht

Wieder mal die ganze Nacht lang wach verbracht

Denn es ist schon deutlich nach vier

Und

Mein Kopf voll zahlen

Mein Magen leer

Eigentlich kein Grund zu prahlen

Jedoch strebt es mir nach mehr

Oder besser gesagt nach weniger

Denn jeden Morgen stehe ich auf der Waage

Und in meinem Kopf immer die selbe Frage

Warum wiege ich nicht weniger

Eine Frage die mich durch den Tag begleitet

Jedes Mal wenn ich den Kühlschrank öffne meine Entscheidung leitet

Oder wenn mich jemand fragt ob ich auch was essen will

Und meine Antwort lautet für mich bitte nur ein Wasser, still

Eine Frage die mir so viel Schmerz bereitet

Etwas was mir durch den Kopf geht

Wenn mein Blick in Richtung meiner Hüften strebt

Wobei mir das Verlangen etwas zu essen vergeht

Ein Gedanke der immer fort besteht

Denn wenn ich etwas esse bin ich nicht gut genug

Und zu groß ist die Angst vor dem Kontrollentzug

Die aktive Entscheidung das Essen zu meiden

Die Macht die all das hier mit sich bringt

Bewusst ungeachtet der bittersüße Unterton der hierbei mitschwingt

Denn wer schön sein will muss leiden

Also liege ich hier

Der Kopf ist voll

Der Magen leer

Und es ist schon lange nach vier

[gunfear]

              ◟ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⠀: ⠀ mutually exclusive !

Strömender Regen färbte den Teer unter seinen Füßen noch eine Nuance dunkler, als er sich in der Trockenheit des Parkhauses in Sicherheit brachte, auf dessen Dach die Tropfen ein Lied trommelten. Selbst im Untergrund hörte man das stetige Prasseln, welches lauter wurde, als er die zweite Parkebene erreichte. Das London-typische Wetter und die einkehrende Dunkelheit sorgten für perfekte Umstände der bevorstehenden Übergabe: Eine modifizierte Pistole wie es nicht viele gab, würde hier an einen russischen Investor ausgehändigt werden. Dass dieser in Gesellschaft von zwei Kleinkriminellen erschien, war ganz und gar nicht sein Stil. Tätowiert und Glatzköpfig stellten sie ihre Waffen im Hosenbund zur Schau, während sich Brandons Finger so fest um den Griff des Koffers schlangen, dass seine Knöchel weiß hervor traten. „Wie ich sehe hast du Freunde mitgebracht.“ entfuhr es ihm mit ironischem Unterton und schnalzender Zunge. Dass es eine 50/50-Chance war, ob er dieser Situation lebend entfloh, beeindruckte ihn nicht mehr, seit Momente wie diese zu einer überraschenden Routine wurden – die Gangster von heute hatten keine Manier. Den Koffer zu sichern, damit sie nicht mit diesem samt Geld davon kamen stellte nun sein Ziel dar, denn die Schlägertypen verringerten den Abstand zwischen ihnen kontinuierlich, und trieben damit Brandons Puls in die Höhe. Die rettende Ablenkung trat in Form eines anspringenden Motors ein. Alle Blicke wendeten sich zu dem schwarzen Wagen im schattigen Eck des Parkhauses, auf den niemand geachtet hatte. Doch nun strahlten die Scheinwerfer blendend hell in ihre Richtung, sodass Brandon lief. Er rannte zur Beifahrertür, riss diese auf, und blickte der Person am Steuer in die Augen. „Frag nicht. Fahr einfach!“ kommandierte er, seine Worte von einem italienischen Akzent getränkt. Würden sie davon kommen oder war er dabei, einen unschuldigen Menschen mit in den Tod zu reißen?

[teine-mallaichte]

Day 18 @ailesswhumptober - Prompt : Mind Control

Part 4 of Jane's captivity - Ryan continues his manipulation of Jane. Part 1 - Whumptomer alt prompt - Used As Bait Part 2 - AIlesswhumptomber day 8 - gagged, rope burns. Part 3 - AiLessWhumptober day 21 - drugged, "this will make you feel better okay?"

CW: non-con drugging, intimate whumper, restraints, captured, implied sexual untertones, vulnerable, female whumpee, psychological manipulation, captivity.

AiLessWhumptober List Complex 27

"You don’t need to fight anymore, Jane," Ryan cooed, his voice smooth and persuasive, sliding into her ears like silk. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin as he gently cleaned the wounds on her wrists. The restraints were gone now, a distant memory that felt dreamlike, dissolved into the haze of the constant stream of drugs. The cold, hard floor where she had spent those first days faded away, replaced by the plush red sofa beneath her, which felt like her entire world.

The room swayed slightly, colours bleeding into one another like paint on a canvas. The ambient light was soft, golden, casting a gentle glow that wrapped around her. *Am I dreaming?* Time stretched and warped, making every moment feel both eternal and fleeting. Ryan’s form loomed larger, more significant, yet simultaneously distant and hazy, as if he were a mirage in this surreal landscape.

"You’ve only ever known the harsh demands of the Facility, haven’t you, Jane? But I’m here to keep you safe now."

Each of his words wrapped around her, stifling the cold terror that had once gripped her heart. A small part of her screamed to resist, to remember the Facility, the isolation, the brutality of her training. But those thoughts flickered erratically between clarity and an intoxicating haze that enveloped her, blurring the lines between fear and something dangerously akin to comfort. *Why was she afraid of this man?* He understood her deepest insecurities and offered the acceptance and reassurance she had always craved but never truly known.

*No. Focus, Jane.* She could almost hear the voices of her training echoing in her mind, reminding her of her purpose. *You are a tool. You are strong because you are useful.* But as Ryan's fingers grazed her skin, involuntary shivers coursed through her body, and she struggled to grasp the remnants of her resolve. *There was a mission... what was the mission?* The air in the room was thick with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, mingling oddly with something more bitter, like the lingering remnants of pain and fear. *Don’t let him in,* she thought desperately, yet the warmth he exuded felt so inviting, like a blanket she had been deprived of for so long.

“Imagine a life where you’re not just a tool, Jane. A life where you are free to be yourself, to feel cherished.” The images of her teammates, the echoes of screams that haunted her, flickered like distant stars, growing dimmer as Ryan's warm hand trailed across her collarbone. The fabric of the red velvet sofa cradled her, soft and yielding, like a lover’s embrace. Anchoring her in a world that felt increasingly surreal. Each brush of his hand felt like an invitation, a promise of safety in a world she had only known as brutal. The scent of polished wood and the soft music playing in the background wrapped around her like a warm cocoon, creating a disorienting blend of comfort and entrapment. She shivered involuntarily, her body betraying her as it leaned into the warmth he offered, desperately craving the affection she had been denied for so long.

“Good girl,” he praised, his tone soothing yet commanding. Each time he offered that simple affirmation, something inside her cracked open. She involuntarily shuddered, her body responding to his approval as if it were a primal instinct. In that moment, she longed for the warmth of his approval more than she feared the darkness he represented.

Jane felt herself slipping, her thoughts swirling like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze. The warm haze surrounding her was seductive, pulling her deeper into Ryan's grasp. It was easier this way, to surrender to the comfort he provided, to let go of the struggle that had consumed her for so long. Her heart raced, a faint flicker of defiance stirring within her as she fought to cling to the memories that felt like a lifeline—her training, the scars left behind by the Facility’s unforgiving hand. *You are strong because you must be.* Every touch from Ryan sent waves of warmth through her, yet she felt strangely disconnected, as if her body were merely a vessel floating in a sea of softness. *Was this real?* Her fingers twitched, reminding her they were still her own, but they felt distant, like someone else’s. Yet, as Ryan’s fingers continued their gentle exploration, the thoughts dissolved into wisps of smoke.

“Good girl,” he purred again, and Jane felt a rush of warmth bloom in her chest, pushing the last of her defiance aside. The conflict within her began to fade, replaced by an overwhelming desire for this newfound calm. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be swept away by the enveloping serenity. The rich, plush texture of the sofa against her skin felt heavenly, grounding her in this moment of indulgent comfort. “You’re safe now, Jane. You’re free.”

Those words pierced through her fog, igniting a spark of clarity. “Free,” she whispered, the concept feeling both foreign and alluring. What did freedom mean to her anymore? Her life had been dictated by the Facility—every move calculated, every thought monitored. And now, here was Ryan, offering her a life devoid of control, devoid of pain. Did she even want to escape anymore?

“Exactly. Free,” he affirmed, as if reading her thoughts. “Let go of the past. It has no power over you. You can be whoever you want to be, and I’ll be right here, guiding you.” Ryan leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her ear, igniting a fire within her. “You’re becoming my perfect girl, Jane."

“Perfect girl,” she echoed softly, the slurred words sending shivers along her spine. The world outside dissolved into insignificance. Here, with Ryan, there were no orders, no missions, and no expectations—only the sweet, suffocating allure of acceptance. With every drop of praise, it was as if he was rewiring her mind, replacing the screams of her past with whispers of acceptance and belonging.

“Yes, that’s it,” Ryan praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Look at me, Jane,” he commanded softly, and she obeyed, her eyes meeting his with a kind of unspoken trust. His gaze was intense, searching, and Jane felt herself drawn into it, as if it held the answers to questions she no longer dared to ask.

“You’re becoming something special,” he continued, his voice low and soothing. “You’re not just an asset anymore. You’re mine.”

*Mine.* The possessiveness in his tone sent a thrill through her. The idea of belonging to someone, of being cherished, of being free from the oppressive weight of her past, was intoxicating. “Yours,” she whispered, feeling warmth bloom in her chest.

*You’re not safe. You’re not free.*

But the warmth��� the softness… it was so much easier to let go. So much easier to believe him, to let herself be wrapped in the comfort he offered, even if it was a lie. She had nothing left to fight with.

“Good girl,” Ryan murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, pulling her gaze back to his. And in his eyes, she saw it—the certainty. He knew he had won. He knew there was no fight left in her. His smile was soft, gentle, but underneath it lay the satisfaction of conquest, of possession.

Jane’s lips parted, but no words came out. The realization was there—she was trading one cage for another. The fight was over, and this new prison felt almost sweet in its cruelty. She would be his. His **perfect girl**.

Her mind whispered warnings, but her body leaned into him, seeking the comfort he promised, even as the last remnants of her defiance dissolved into the haze.

“Mine,” Ryan whispered, his voice threading through her thoughts like a command, and Jane nodded, her heart sinking into the velvet warmth, even as the cage closed around her.