#eros vasilios x reader

[dxmoness]

Your husband has been having a severe case of the baby fever for a long time now. It started when he saw you taking care of your baby sister. The sight of you carrying the baby in your arms while you make her laugh made him desire to have one with you.

He's been planting small hints and clues that he is very much interested in having children with you. But you were still oblivious no matter how many hints he dropped. So he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“Um? Darling, we don't have a baby.” You say as you look over the things that you and your husband had bought during your shopping spree.

Your husband smiles mischievously. “But aren't they adorable?” He holds up a onesie for a baby for your inspection. Sure, it did look cute, but it was useless if you two did not have a baby to use it for.

You sigh, knowing he wants to hear you say yes. “I suppose it is...” You grace him with a small smile which makes him beam happily. “But my point still stands, we don't have a baby to use it on.”

He smirks as he puts down the baby clothes and walks to your side, leaning to kiss your cheek. “Not yet, we don't.” He purrs in your ear, his hot breath causes you to shudder involuntarily.

Your cheeks grow flush at the implication he is giving through his suggestive words. “What?” You decide it's best to play innocent first because you really didn't want to embarrass yourself if it was not what you think.

He chuckles as he tucks a loose strand of hair into the back of your ear. “You know what I mean, my love.” He gives you a dazzling smile. “I want to make one. Right now.” He pauses. “That is if you don't mind?” He asks softly, waiting for your response.

He seemed so desperate for it that you found it adorable. You nod in agreement. “Okay.” You respond softly, giving him your consent to continue as he pleases.

He did not waste anymore time as he immediately shoves you to the couch, his impatience showing evident in his quick movements. You yelp as you are immediately pinned down, his hand pinning both of yours above your head while his free hand starts dealing with his belt.

“Darling—” You gasp only for him to interrupt. “Hush.” He whispers, silencing you by pressing a lingering kiss on your soft lips as he finally managed to get the belt off. “Be quiet and let me take care of you.”

➷ ( characters ) — lante agriche , dion agriche , rezef hill , claude de alger obelia , anastacius de alger obelia , cesare de como , regis adri floyen , eiser grayan , eros vasilios , aamon paxley , jingyuan , kamisato ayato , izek van omerta , callisto regulus. ❀

➷ ( tags ) — @d10nsaint , @dreamlessnight @yourwholeworld @yumieis @im-in-love-with-fairytales , @synthe4u , @yoghurtsan , @luvyev. ( ask to be added to a specific taglist. ex: the first six people wanted to be tagged in dion agriche tagged fics hence their appearance. ) ❀

[pnk-berri]

Ensnared - Eros Vasilios

by any means necessary, he shall claim you as his own

Content Warning: The following text contains explicit and violent content. Reader discretion is advised.

—

The grand ball at the Imperial Palace was a sight to behold. The lavish decorations, the elegant gowns and tuxedos, and the symphony of laughter and music filled the air. Eros, as the host, radiated an aura of grace and charm as he greeted his noble guests.

Among the crowd, you stood out like a rare gem. Ever since that initial encounter in the distant past, you instantly captured Eros's attention. Dressed in a stunning gown that highlighted your every curve and complimented your features, he couldn't take his eyes off of you as you moved gracefully across the ballroom floor.

As the evening progressed, Eros finally approached you during the waltz, extending his hand with a charming smile.

"May I have the pleasure of this dance, my lady?" he asked, his voice a deep velvet that resonated with a touch of intrigue.

You graciously accepted his invitation, placing your hand in his. The moment your fingertips touched, a jolt of electricity shot through your veins, leaving you momentarily speechless. As the orchestra began to play, the two of you glided effortlessly across the polished marble floor, locked in a dance that seemed to transcend time and space.

Eros, an impeccable dancer, led with a firm yet gentle hand, guiding you with synchronized ease. His eyes never left your face, a mixture of admiration and desire sparking within them. The chemistry between you was undeniable as if the universe conspired to bring you together.

The ball continued, and the night grew late. As the guests bid their farewells and began to disperse, leaving the palace, you made your way towards your carriage, ready to head home. Little did you know that danger lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Suddenly, before your very eyes, a group of masked figures emerged from the darkness promptly incapacitating the coachman. With their faces hidden, they moved swiftly, surrounding you and blocking any escape route. Panic surged through your veins, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest.

Eros, who had been observing from a distance, watched with smug satisfaction as the kidnapping unfolded. His grip on his emotions tightened as he suppressed a grin.

As you were whisked away, a single glimmer of defiance flickered in your eyes, a promise that you wouldn't go down without a fight. Unfortunately for you, the odds were not in your favor, for Eros Vasilios excelled in carefully crafted strategies and meticulous plans.

—

The struggle was fierce, the fight for survival evident in every scream, every kick, and every bite that marked your desperate attempts to resist. But despite your valiant efforts, it was all in vain as they overpowered you, their strength overwhelming. The last semblance of hope dwindled as they bound your hands tightly behind your back and secured a gag over your mouth, silencing your cries for help.

The carriage ride seemed to stretch on endlessly, each bump and jolt increasing your anxiety and fear. Finally, the wheels came to an abrupt halt in front of a secluded cabin tucked away in the depths of the foreboding woods. This was to be your prison, the place where unspeakable horrors awaited.

The boss, a sadistic man consumed by evil, took pleasure in the torment he inflicted upon you. His hands were instruments of pain, each slap, kick, and bruise sending waves of agony coursing through your body. Spiteful and cruel words dripped from his lips, latching onto your mind, embedding themselves deep within your consciousness.

There was no escape from his depravity as he violated you, using your body for his own twisted pleasure. Each invasion of your most intimate being served to further degrade, humiliate, and break the spirit you fought so hard to protect. Time seemed to lose all meaning as the minutes turned into hours, your consciousness fading in and out, a fragment of your shattered identity clinging to the small threads of reality.

Just as darkness started to encase your battered body and shattered soul, a glimmer of hope pierced through like a ray of light. Eros, the wings of the empire, arrived with his imperial guards, ready to play the role of savior. His expression feigned concern and anger, a mask expertly crafted to deceive.

The guards descended upon your tormentors with swift and brutal force, apprehending them with ruthless efficiency. To any onlooker, it would seem that Eros had come to save the day, that he was the hero in this twisted tale. In truth, his role as your captor was a secret only he knew, and he fabricated this opportunity to exploit your vulnerability, further deepening the web of dependency he sought to create.

As you regained consciousness, bruised and broken, the sight of Eros surrounded by the guards offered a deceptive sense of security. It was the perfect illusion, a play of power and control. His eyes, once filled with desire and manipulation, now simmered with a calculated concern, an act performed flawlessly to captivate your trust.

With carefully chosen words, he ensured that your wounds will be tended to, even as the memory of the pain lingered in the recesses of your mind. Eros would be your caretaker, your protector, while covertly relishing in the thrill of his deceptive game. Behind his noble facade, drank in the hope and longing that emanated from you.

Eros Vasilios, the master of deceit, had woven a web so intricate that it will ensnare not just your body, but your very essence. And as you clung to his salvation, unbeknownst to you, you had fallen into his grasp, a mere pawn in his dangerous game of power and desire.

"Is it truly you, Your Highness? Have you come to rescue me?" I murmur, exhausted from the relentless torment I've endured.

Eros cradled your broken body in his arms, his touch gentle yet seething with hidden malevolence. As you murmured your disbelief and questioned his sudden appearance as your savior, he looked down at you, his silver eyes shimmering with fabricated sincerity.

"Yes, my dear, it is me," he replied softly, his tone laced with false concern. "I received word of your unfortunate plight, and the very idea of you enduring such suffering in the clutches of those monsters is intolerable. I am here to protect you."

A faint smile danced at the corners of his lips, concealed behind a mask of apparent empathy. On the inside, however, Eros relished in the perverse joy that coursed through his veins, knowing that his meticulously crafted plan was unfolding flawlessly. You, vulnerable and shattered, were the perfect blank canvas for him to manipulate. A sense of complete control washed over him, making his every nerve tingle with sadistic glee.

In his twisted mind, you were clay waiting to be molded, ready to be shaped according to his whims and desires. He cherished the opportunity to have you at your most vulnerable, to claim dominion over your bruised soul and shattered innocence. Soon, the intense bond he sought to establish would be unquestionable, ensuring he held your heart and mind captive under his influence.

"All will be well, my dear," Eros murmured, his voice a low, honeyed whisper. "I promise to keep you safe from harm, to heal your wounds, and bring you back to the person you once were."

With every pledge uttered, he caressed your battered cheek tenderly, his touch belying the inherent cruelty that resided within him. As he conveyed a facade of compassion, his mind churned with the endless possibilities that lay before him, delighted in the game of manipulation that awaited. His sadistic glee simmered just beneath the surface, obscured by the elegant facade he projected. 

"I can't express my gratitude enough, Your Highness.  My life is forever indebted to your grace."

Eros held you tenderly in his arms, his expression a mask of concern and compassion, his true intentions buried deep within his eyes. Upon hearing your plea to leave the nightmarish cabin behind, he nodded solemnly.

"I understand, my dear. The Imperial Castle will provide the best care for you," he replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Rest assured, you are safe now. I will personally see to it that you receive the utmost care and attention."

"Please, I desperately want to escape from this place."

With that, he carried you towards a waiting carriage, the guards falling in line to accompany you on your journey. As they opened the carriage door, Eros carefully settled you onto the plush velvet seat, attempting to make you as comfortable as possible.

Inside the carriage, the soft glow of lanterns bathed the interior, casting a warm, intimate atmosphere. Eros took a seat across from you, his eyes fixed upon your bruised form, a semblance of worry etched on his features. His voice softened as he spoke, his words designed to further solidify the dependency he wished to cultivate.

"Rest assured, my dear. You have my full protection," Eros reassured, his silver gaze locked with yours. "Once we arrive at the castle, you will receive the best care available. I will personally oversee your recovery."

The subtle flicker of anticipation danced in his eyes, a cruel delight at the thought of guiding you through the healing process. "I will make sure you never have to endure such pain again," he continued, his voice laced with feigned sincerity. "We will see this through together, my dear. You will become stronger, and I will be there every step of the way."

—

The passage of time brought with it physical healing, as your body gradually mended under the watchful eyes of the castle's medical staff. Eros, ever-present and attentive, ensured that you received the finest care available, his role as protector and confidant firmly established. As the days turned into weeks and then months, you felt yourself drawn closer to him. The impenetrable walls of the palace grounds became your sanctuary, a cocoon where you felt undeniably safe in Eros's presence.

But on this gloomy day, when the weight of your past torments bore down upon you, the illusion of safety began to shatter. In the sanctuary of your room, positioned conveniently next to Eros's own chamber, tears stained your cheeks, your vulnerability laid bare in the solitude that only darkness could provide. The guards stationed outside your quarters remained ever vigilant, yet unaware of the storm brewing within your heart and mind.

Every sob wracked your body as the realization of the atrocities you had endured washed over you. The pain, once carefully concealed behind a facade of strength, now erupted with unyielding force. The tightly guarded walls that protected your emotions had crumbled, exposing you entirely to the raw, unadulterated anguish that engulfed your shattered soul.

And in the room adjacent to yours, Eros's acute hearing caught the faint sounds of your despair. A brief flicker of concern flashed across his features before it was swiftly replaced with a cool calculation, his mind already formulating a plan to exploit your emotional vulnerability for his own gain. Guided by an insatiable curiosity and a sadistic inclination, he crossed the threshold into your room without hesitation.

As his eyes met your tear-streaked face, a semblance of empathy washed over his features, his gaze betraying a hint of genuine concern. Taking measured steps toward you, he knelt beside your trembling form, his voice a soothing murmur in the tempest of your anguish.

"My dear, what troubles you so?" Eros inquired, his tone carefully pitched to convey both support and curiosity. "Do not bear this burden alone. Share your pain with me. Let me help you carry it."

Inside, however, a wicked thrill rippled through Eros's core, knowing that the cracks in your emotional armor allowed for further manipulation. With every tear that fell, he recognized an opportunity to deepen your reliance upon him, an opportunity to claim not just your body but your shattered psyche as well.

Knees sinking into the plush carpet, he reached out to brush a gentle hand against your cheek, his touch seemingly tender yet tinged with an undercurrent of possessiveness. Behind those silver eyes, a fire burned with a sadistic desire, a craving to exploit your fragile state for his personal gratification.

The torrent of tears streamed relentlessly down your face, a testament to the indescribable pain that ravaged your soul. Eros listened carefully to your anguish, his silver eyes fixated on your trembling form. Though you bared the depths of your shattered psyche, the words that spilled from your lips only seemed to increase his appetite for control.

His gaze softened, an empathetic façade plastered across his features as you sought solace in his embrace. As your trembling arms encircled him, a hollow pit formed in his stomach, replaced with a surge of satisfaction at the depth of your desperation. He relished in the power he held over you, knowing that your vulnerability made you malleable to his every whim.

"I understand, my dear," Eros whispered, his voice a gentle caress of reassurance. "You have been through unimaginable horrors, but remember, you are safe now. I saved you because I couldn't bear to see you suffer."

His arms wrapped around you in a feigned display of warmth, offering you the illusion of sanctuary within his embrace. A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, hidden from your tear-filled gaze. He derived a perverse pleasure from your confession, reveling in the knowledge that your trust and dependence on him reached such profound depths.

"You are not alone," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Regardless of the circumstances. I'll always be there for you. I’ll be the one to care for you."

But deep within Eros, a sadistic satisfaction simmered, rekindled by your open vulnerability and the revelation of the unspeakable acts forced upon you. The knowledge of your torment gnawed at his conscience, even as he dissected it through the lens of manipulation. The darkness that stained your past would serve as the foundation upon which he would build his own empire of control.

In that moment, Eros relished the power he possessed, intoxicated by your unwavering belief in his ability to mend your shattered soul. The tendrils of his influence tightened around your heart, ensnaring you further within his grasp. As you clung to him for comfort, he basked in the echoes of your pain, preparing to exploit them to their fullest extent.

A twisted smirk danced across his lips. Your plea for help and guidance resonated within him, triggering a wicked desire to possess you in ways unimaginable. Yet, he skillfully masked his ulterior motives, portraying himself as a beacon of solace in your darkest hour.

As your grip tightened around him, he reciprocated, his arms enveloping you in a deceptive tenderness. His lips brushed against your ear, his voice a velvet murmur laced with desire, tailored to further seduce your already fragile state.

"Let me be the one to cleanse those stains, to rid your body of their touch," Eros whispered, his breath hitching with a feigned vulnerability. "In the intimacy we share, I will wash away the sins of the past, replacing them with a love that transcends pain and anguish."

His words cast a spell, drawing you further into his snare. His touch, once comforting, now ignited a flame of desire within you. The boundaries between prince and subject blurred, giving rise to a hunger that thrived within the depths of your souls.

Eros gazed upon your tear-streaked face, his silver eyes filled with a mixture of longing and possession. In that moment, he became both your salvation and your damnation, a deity that demanded worship and offered salvation.

"My dear, there is a way we can find solace together," Eros murmured, his voice thick with unspoken promises. "Through this sacred act of love, I can help you cleanse yourself of the haunting touch of your past. I can show you a world where the connection between two souls can transcend the darkest of memories."

With a calculated elegance, Eros led you toward the plush confines of your bed, his hands trailing sensually along your body, guiding you to a place where desire and intimacy intertwined. The scent of forbidden pleasure permeated the room, thick with anticipation as your bodies embraced, entangled in a dance choreographed by wicked desire.

Within the intimate confines of your room, Eros orchestrated a symphony of passion and power, claiming you in a frenzied entanglement of limbs and whispered promises. His touch, skilled and possessive, sought to erase the lingering stains of your past, to inscribe upon your body the indelible marks of his dominance.

In that sacred moment, pleasure mingled with pain, and the twisted dance of power and vulnerability played out with every breathless gasp and fervent moan. Eros indulged in the depths of your surrender, crafting an illusion of ecstasy that would forever bind your fates together.

As the room dissolved into shadows and the lines between right and wrong blurred, you found yourself caught in the irresistible spell of Eros - the enigmatic Crown Prince who promised salvation through sin, love through manipulation, and a shattered soul made whole through twisted desire.

—

The sunrays cascaded through the parted curtains, casting a golden glow upon the aftermath of the night's fervent passions. Eros, reclining amidst the disheveled sheets, watched with a smirk as you stirred from your slumber. Satisfaction flickered in his silver eyes, for his elaborate plot had, yet again, yielded fruitful results.

Your delicate features, softened in the morning light, elicited a mixture of amusement and possessiveness within him. It pleased him to see the last night’s traces etched upon your skin, a reminder of his claim and the power he held over you. His desires were fulfilled, he now turned his attention to the next stage of his Machiavellian plan.

As you fluttered your eyes open, your gaze instinctively sought out Eros, the man who had claimed your body and awakened desires you never knew existed. The electric chemistry between you both still lingered in the air, a tangible reminder of the night's passionate union. With a calculated charm, Eros extended a hand to you, inviting you into his world of unspoken promises and shared secrets.

"Good morning, my dear," Eros greeted, his voice as smooth and alluring as ever. "Last night was... extraordinary. I hope you found solace in our intimacy."

His words carried a deeper meaning, conveying his intent to bind you to him in a way that surpassed physical desires alone. Eros saw the opportunity to further solidify his dominion over your entire being. And in his grand plan, the final puzzle piece was to make you his crown princess, forever chaining you to his side.

With careful precision, he pressed on, his gaze unwavering as he unveiled his intentions like a prized possession. "My dear, our souls are beautifully entertained, and I cannot help but envision a future where you are forever by my side as the jewel of the Vasilios Empire. Will you do me the honor of becoming my crown princess?"

Eros's proposal, wrapped in the guise of love and sanctity, held implications far beyond the realm of genuine affection. His intentions were clear - to manipulate your desires and seal your fate within the halls of power. The notion of being bound to him for eternity, wearing the title of his bride, would serve as the ultimate shackle, ensuring your obedience and quelling any doubts of escape.

The weight of his proposition hung in the air, the gravity of his words fueling the sudden realization of the depths of your entanglement. Eros, the Crown Prince, the orchestrator of your life, sought to complete the cycle of possession through the sanctity of marriage. There would be no escape, no rebellion left unquelled. You were to be forever tethered to him, bearing the title of his bride and eternally subject to his will.

As your heart hammered within your chest, conflicted emotions rose to the surface. The remnants of pleasure from the previous night intertwined with apprehension and uncertainty, creating a tumultuous storm within you. Eros awaited your response, fully aware that the pull he had on your heart would guide you toward the answer he sought.

Images of a future merged with his flashed before your eyes, visions of opulence, power, and privilege intermingled with the darkness of manipulation and control. The choice before you, though veiled in the guise of love and commitment, was one founded upon a foundation of chains and servitude.

As you took his outstretched hand, an unspoken agreement settled between you. The path forward, fraught with struggle and sacrifice, was irrevocably set. In accepting his proposal, you sealed your fate as the Crown Princess of the Vasilios Empire, forever bound to Eros's will and the tendrils of his intricate web.

—

In the wake of Eros's proposal and your acceptance, the palace walls buzzed with fervor and delight. The news of the union between the Crown Prince and a rescued noblewoman ignited the imaginations of the Vasilios Empire's inhabitants. To the masses, it was the epitome of a fairy tale romance, a symbol of hope and unity.

Eros, ever the master manipulator, ensured that the public perception of your impending matrimony aligned with his carefully constructed narrative. He orchestrated a delicate dance of whispers and half-truths, painting your love story as one borne from pure intentions. And the empire delighted in your tale, eagerly embracing the illusion of a union destined by fate.

Preparations for the grand wedding unfolded swiftly under Eros's meticulous eye. The palace, adorned in regal opulence, buzzed with the frenetic energy of men and women working tirelessly to bring Eros's vision to life. Rich fabrics, expertly crafted jewelry, and intricate floral arrangements adorned every corner, a testament to the grandeur that awaited.

You, the future crown prince (or rather, empress?), were guided through the preparations with grace and poise befitting your newfound status. Every detail, from the selection of your wedding gown to the intricate choreography of the ceremony, was curated to reflect the magnificence and power of the Vasilios dynasty.

As the days turned into weeks, you became a treasured pawn in Eros's grand game of control and manipulation, skillfully maneuvered to satisfy his every whimsical desire. Within the confines of the palace, he orchestrated your life, molding you into the perfect counterpart to his inflated ego. You were suffused with etiquette lessons, political briefings, and the nuances of courtly life, all with the underlying intention of binding you tighter to his side.

Amidst the whirlwind of preparations, Eros savored in the power and control he exerted over your future. The allure of becoming an emperor, of you being the one who stood beside him on the throne, seemed like the ultimate prize in his grand strategy for dominion. And he would have it all - your body, your mind, your soul, and now, your unquestioning submission as his betrothed.

The days danced by, the eve of your wedding drawing closer with each passing moment. As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, and the moon illuminated the night sky, you stood on the precipice of a new chapter. The walls of the palace whispered with an air of anticipation, carrying the weight of a future forged in subjugation and absolute power.

The empire held its breath, eagerly awaiting the day when the Crown Prince would unite with his chosen bride. As the preparations reached their climax, you could feel the weight of the crown pressing upon your brow. In the echoing halls of the palace, the final masterstroke of Eros's web of manipulation was set to unfurl, and you were caught in its intricate threads, forever entwined with the enigmatic prince who sought to possess your very essence.

—

The waves crashed against the shore as the moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow upon the beach-side villa where Eros had chosen to spend your honeymoon. The opulence of the surroundings bespoke Eros's insatiable desire to indulge in every whim, drowning you in a sea of luxury and decadence.

Within the walls of the villa's plush chambers, Eros reveled in his newfound power over you, his crown princess – his wife. With a sadistic smile that danced upon his lips, he devoured the sight before him – your trembling body, bearing the marks of his possession and desire. He had reduced you to a quivering, needy slut, a manifestation of his dominance and your submission.

Eros chuckled lowly, savoring the taste of power as he watched your dumbfounded expressions, your once-composed self diluted in a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. To him, this was a conquest, the ultimate manifestation of superior control. He wallowed in his ability to make you beg, to reduce you to the most primal and raw form of need and desire.

His satisfaction grew as your body writhed beneath his touch, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. Eros was a master of manipulation, both emotional and physical, and he knew precisely how to push you to the brink of ecstasy. Each moan, whimper, or gasp that escaped your lips fed his insatiable hunger for power and left him thirsting for more.

Dominance and desire mingled in his eyes as he watched his little doll succumb to his every whim. Every stroke, every demanding thrust, was an act of possession, reinforcing the depth of his control over your body and soul. And in the midst of this rapturous dance, Eros basked in his physical superiority, a stark contrast to your smaller, subservient frame.

As waves of pleasure crashed over both of you, your bodies intertwined in a symphony of pain and pleasure, Eros relished the sight of your complete surrender. It was in these intimate moments that he felt alive, truly connected to the world around him. The power he derived from reducing you to a quivering mess resonated deep within his being, filling him with a sense of purpose and fulfillment.

As the night wore on, the sounds of your shared passion echoed within the secluded villa, a testament to the indomitable force that bound you both. Eros, the cunning architect of your destiny, reveled in the sight of his precious doll, broken and remade to suit his every desire.

—

Amidst the prevailing sense of stability and contentment, a devastating event cast a long shadow over the empire. The passing of Eros's father, the former emperor, came far too swiftly, leaving whispers of foul play lingering in the air. The funeral, a somber affair steeped in tradition and decorum, marked the end of an era and the ascension of a new ruler. Eros coronated as the emperor, stepped onto the throne, a symbol of unrivaled power and authority. And you, his empress, stood beside him, an ethereal presence radiating elegance and a quiet strength that commanded the respect of court and commoner alike.

Yes, the passage of time had brought forth both joyous triumphs and heartbreaking sorrows within the confines of the imperial palace. The birth of your children, Anteros and Hedone, gifted you and Eros with a taste of familial bliss amid the tumultuous undercurrents of power and control. The empire rejoiced in the knowledge that the dynasty would continue, the heirs of Eros Vasilios were instilled with greatness from birth. They were the embodiment of the empire's hope and future

As your children grew, their laughter filling the halls and their curious eyes exploring every corner, the empire thrived under Eros's rule. The Vasilios Empire prospered under his deft hand, as he navigated the complex maze of politics and power with an unyielding determination. His subjects, blind to the darkness that roiled beneath his composed exterior, adored their emperor with unwavering loyalty.

You, too, had become the epitome of grace, embodying the regality expected of the empress. You, the once lowly noblewoman, stood by Eros's side, an impeccable figure of regality and grace. The years had refined and honed your abilities, transforming you into the perfect counterpart for the cunning emperor. Together, you ruled with an iron fist concealed by velvet gloves, manipulating the chessboard of power with strategic precision. Every movement, every word, an expertly choreographed performance that garnered reverence and admiration from all who beheld you. Eros, ever the orchestrator, maneuvered you into a position of power, a figurehead that commanded respect and awe.

Amidst the political machinations and the dance of power, a passionate night gifted you with your second daughter, Calypso. With each child, the familial bond between you and Eros strengthened, forging an unbreakable connection that neither time nor circumstance could sever. They were the blossoms of your love, reminders that even in darkness, there existed traces of light.

As time passed,  the sheer strength of Eros’s strategic mind allowed the Vasilios Empire to flourish, its citizens reaping the benefits of his calculated governance. Under the watchful gaze of its emperor and empress, intricately woven threads of control and manipulation strengthened Eros's rule. The darkness that loomed beneath his facade remained hidden, his subjects blissfully unaware of the depths of his cunning and ruthlessness.

Little did they know, as they celebrated the empire's prosperity, that Eros's ambitions extended far beyond the borders of power and control they could comprehend. The intricacies of his grand design continued to unfold, ensnaring both friend and foe alike. Within his heart, a consuming hunger burned, his thirst for divinity as insatiable as the power he sought to wield.

As the empire basked in the glory of its emperor and empress, fate spun its wicked webs, quietly guiding the future of the Vasilios lineage and beckoning Eros toward the precipice of his dark desires.

[honestly-oceanie]

Marked me like a bloodstain || the dangerous ones edition + some additionals

Synopsis: drawing something on them

Warnings: if you are in a relationship where you are scared of your own significant other, leave the relationship already before it becomes more difficult. A romantic relationship must have mutual respect, trust, comfort and security with one another, it is not always about the butterflies and blushing.

《Dion Agriche, Jeremy Agriche, Rezef Hill, Dylan Sean Blade, Eros Orna Vasilios + two additionals | gn!reader》

{Supposedly fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Dion Agriche

🦋 You decided to do this for no apparent reason. Or you just wanted a reaction from him.

🦋 You asked Dion for him to hand you his arm, he stared at you first as if questioning you why... now you really started to regret asking as his sharp gaze was rather uncomfortable.

🦋 Before you could retract your request, Dion reach his hand out to you without a word, indicating that you may do as you please. It took you awhile to process his action but you chirpily did as you initially planned. Using the pen against his skin.

🦋 You proudly showed him your artwork and explained it to him knowing that he definitely does not understand it. He just nodded then ruffled your hair before leaving. Now you're left wondering if this was even worth it at all.

🦋 Meanwhile outside the door, Dion stares at the doodle you did on his palm. It felt weird having the pen's ink on his skin though it did no much harm on him except painting some part of his skin black, he certainly won't use a pen as a weapon as he deems it useless.

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The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Jeremy Agriche

🦋 "You will do anything for me, right?" You asked your boyfriend and he nodded vigorously.

🦋 You asked him to sit still and closed his eyes and Remy followed you obediently. He could feel something poking on his cheek that seems to have a liquid substance but he didn't dare peek as you haven't told him to open his eyes and he trust you with his life.

🦋 After you completed your drawing, you let him open his eyes and you pass him the hand mirror so he could see it. Jeremy's eyes widen as he sees what you have done, he takes a close inspection of it.

🦋 You're growing anxious and scared, had you crossed Remy's invisible line? You had always been free to do as you please with him as he allows you too that you forgot about boundaries. But before you knew it, he tackles you with a tight hug and started showering you with kisses, he tells you to do it again. After both of you are satisfied, you ruffled his hair as you professed your love for him, grateful that he still allows you to do things.

🦋 Remy won't mind whatever you want to do with him as long as you do it within the confines of his safe and private room.

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The Villainess Is A Marionette

Rezef Hill

"Prince of Eldyme Empire"

🦋 You've been so bored out of you mind these past few days, you can't talk to anyone unless you want them to be gone, your servant's changes almost everyday depending on their loyalty to their master, whom is your partner, Prince Rezef.

🦋 Kayena does visit you at times to keep your sanity intact but not for too long, for some reason Prince Rezef just knows when to interrupt.

🦋 Since you pretty much have no one but him then he should be your target right? He doesn't want you to rely on anyone but him then so be it.

🦋 You ordered your current personal attendant to call for him, after a few Rezef finally came and told the servant to leave you alone. He then sat down beside you and asks why you called for him, you told him that you wanted to spend some time with him and asked him to give you his hand and he didn't hesitate, glad with your willingness and obedience.

🦋 He was quite amused when you started drawing on his palm. He knew you like art so much, maybe he should give you an art room as a reward for reciprocating his love. After you finished, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and thank him for his cooperation, you tried to be as lovely as you could with him to avoid upsetting him and might get yourself killed

🦋 He gave you that prince charming smile again and told you: "Anything for my princess." As he kisses your cheek too.

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I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away/ The Taming Of The Tyrant

Dylan Sean Blade

"The 13th Prince"

🦋 Dylan had receive losses in his life, first his mother, next his master, and now he obviously won't allow the same with you.

🦋 As the ink of the quill pen that you are holding spread across his skin, it reminds him that you are still there. As your warm hand holds his arm to keep him steady, it assures him that you are a real existence and not just a fragment of hallucination of his fever dream.

🦋 Soon you completed your work, Dylan kissed your palm that once held the quill pen previously. He swore to you in his heart, anything you wish upon, just order him at your will and he is eternally at your service. That is if you reciprocate the same loyalty to him.

🦋 He'll do anything you say as long as you stay and don't run away.

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Your Throne/ I Want To Be You, Just For A Day

Eros Orna Vasilios

"Crown Prince of the Vasilios Empire"

🦋 As the assistant of the Crown Prince, it was customary that you will meet other people, yet however, the Crown Prince seem to disagree. For some odd reason he likes to keep you to himself, he normally doesn't allow you to meet other people, which you're actually glad about as you don't like to socialize anyways.

🦋 Today is unfortunately an exception, you are forced to be a part of a meeting. You know it's going to involve a lot of people but you didn't expect it to be this many. Your social anxiety is getting the best of you, you're really really trying your best to seem normal as possible. Still, you can't help it when you fidget.

🦋 You subconsciously started swinging the pen that is in between your thumb and index finger. You didn't notice that the point touches the Crown Prince skin as you swing it.

🦋 Eros suddenly grabbed your hand, forcing you to a stop. You flinch at the sudden contact (hopefully no one noticed), you turn to look at the Crown Prince beside you. He put the meeting to a halt and asked everyone to scram.

🦋 After all others had left, he turned to you, his hand still holding yours while his other hand held your jaw. His gaze on you was so sharp and intimidating you couldn't face him at all so instead you looked down and there you saw what you had done.

🦋 Your nervousness and shock was completely visible to Eros who laughed at the sight. It wasn't helpful at all, you know what kind of person your boss is and it made you feel scared of him, already overthinking of what may happen to you, yet Eros only calmly stood up from his seat and held your jaw stronger, making you look up at him.

🦋 He merely told you to calm yourself first before you return to his office. With that, he patted your head before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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2 Additionals 《Callisto Regulus, Cale Henituse》

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Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess/ Villains Are Destined To Die

Callisto Regulus

"Crown Prince of the Eorka Empire"

🦋 Since you had nothing to do, you decided to go annoy your partner. As you arrive in his office, you just slam open the door and there, revealed your peacefully sleeping partner resting on his table with his arms as his pillow.

🦋 But you weren't just gonna stop there just because he is sleeping. After closing the door, you approach the table Callisto is sleeping at. Your eyes comes across the pen that lays beside him.

🦋 Grinning evilly, you pick up the pen and started doodling on Callisto's face. After some time, you notice his brows furrowing, indicating that he was going to fully awake soon, so you place back the pen from where you found it to avoid suspicion and skedaddled before you get caught.

🦋 Callisto stretched his arms that he used as his pillow. Finally getting the motivation, he stood up from his seat and decided to walk around a bit, as he walked past a mirror he noticed something and stopped on his tracks, he walks back to the mirror and saw his face now covered with doodles.

🦋 There is only one person that he allows to enter in his office without needing permission nor knocking and that person is most certainly the culprit of this. But he needs to wash his face first.

🦋 Callisto finally found the culprit, reading a book at the library as if they hadn't done nothing at all. A dark shadow looms over you thus you couldn't read properly anymore, you were going to scold whoever it was yet it turned out to only be your partner, Callisto, who was smiling back at you.

🦋 I suggest you sleep with one eye open tonight, he warned, and you were obviously gonna take this advice as you know very well what was gonna happen on your beauty sleep.

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Trash Of The Count's Family/ Lout Of Count's Family

Original! Cale Henituse

🦋 You and Cale have known since you were just little kids, you two had grown with such a strong friendship, you both were unseparable and unbreakable.

🦋 Lately you've been noticing that things have been a little different between you and your great friend. You both had barely spend time with each other not even trying to check up on the other. You've been busy with your duties as the heir of your family, and Cale busy doing his own stuff. Even when you both happen to cross paths with each other, he acts as though he doesn't notice you at all. Today however, he couldn't turn around anymore.

🦋 You were sitting on the tree you and Cale had claimed as your own, accompanied with leaves dancing with the wind as you compose poems on your newly-bought notebook yet you feel so uninspired. Your heart couldn't help but feel restless as you began to comprehend the growing distance between you and Cale.

🦋 Had you done or said something insensitive to him without realizing? No that couldn't be possible, you're aware of topics that are deemed taboo to Cale. Is it because you haven't spend a spare time with him? But Cale is knows how you are busy with your duties and you did promised to him that if you had the chance, you'd take a day off with him. Is it because you hadn't checked up on him? You know how reckless he can be yet miraculously he can still stand on his own two feet. You trust him a lot to know that he'll be fine though you still feel worried about him everytime.

🦋 And speaking of the devil, there he is, standing beside you with wide eyes as he didn't expect to face you today. You grab his legs and forcedly plop him down beside before he could run off, you are on top of him with your hands on either side of his head to avoid him from escaping. While you are determined to bring back the bond you both once shared, Cale's face is almost of the same color of his hair, he is extremely flustered from the position you're both in, if anyone could see this they would surely misunderstand.

🦋 You confronted Cale and he explained to you that he just didn't want to bother you at all, you sighed in relief, you thought you had done something wrong to him. You moved back to the place you were originally sitting as Cale finally gets to sit down properly.

🦋 You fiddled with the pen you were holding, then suddenly you remembered a memory from your childhood with Cale. You indicate to Cale for him to give you his hand and he did, wondering what you were gonna do but didn't dare ask. You started doodling on his wrist, a stickman and a stickwoman both holding ice creams.

🦋 "Is this–hmm... is this suppose to be us?" Cale guessed, you nodded cheerfully then asked him if he still remembered that day, and he cracked in a fit of laughter remembering that time you both tasted ice cream for the very first time, your reaction was most amusing.

🦋 The sun had already set to let the moon shine for the night, yet none of you bothered as you and Cale were too busy remembering memories you both share since your childhood up until now.

🦋 Who would have thought that happiness can be cut short that easily. Those laughter that you should cherish fades into mere memories. It was only yesterday but today is a new day, and new day can come new beginnings.

🦋 You didn't expect that your friend who just came back to normal, is not him. Your friend you've had a strong bond with, is not him anymore. Your friend you grown to love, will never be him. But is it really over just like this?

🦋 Same bodies but different souls. Can you really not be happy with him anymore? Are you really gonna lose this friendship? Could there really be no bond that may form at all? Is it really impossible to fall in love with the new him as he is? Or will you still cling to the hope for him to return as he was?

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Honestly, Oceanie

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[manhwasssa]

❝ guilty❞ tw; yandere themes

“Do you know whose fault is this?” Eros asked, sickening sweetly. A little too sweet a person would prefer for.

He gently caressed your cheek before having it in a tight yet soft grasp. Your cheeks had tears strained and they were still brimming with tears. He slowly but steadily pointed to the person who was almost about to die. They looked so pathetic, bloody and most the pools of blood evident on the floor.

He leaned into you, close to your ear before murmuring, “It's your fault.”

Of course it was your fault, you had been the one to be blamed for it. It was foolish of you to think that you would outsmart Eros. It was a risk, a risk a person should not take. The worst part? The sickening sweet voice he had.

You tried to escape him. And for a fact you almost did escape him but that was short lived as you realized that Eros had determined where you were. Before you could move and change your places from where you were hiding.

“Treat their injuries and send them to a cabin until they recover before you sending them back to their family. Quick.” He commanded the butler as he rushed the person inside. “Do not try this with me again, dear.” He spoke as he gently ran fingers through your hair, curling and twirling them. “I won't be so merciful the next time. And you certainly know who is guilty. It's you.” A small smile forming on his lips as those words left his mouth.

[fancysomesun]

𝕾𝖕𝖞 ( 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 )

" What are you even talking about ? "

Infront of you was your Friend who you haven't seen in a while , he is not really a friend , but he is someone you know . Eros Orna Vasilios . You , Perion and him used to hang out when you were kids , well it was mostly Perion and him fighting and you reading your favorite novel in a place far away from them . This is the first time you see him so nervous and stressed , you didn't even understood a single word he said until now , Something about Switching bodies ? and something about lady Psyche and Medea

" Can you calm down ? "

" Look i need your help in something "

You were quite famous for somehow knowing everything about everyone , A lot of people spread rumors about you having informants everywhere , but that was totally false , maybe half of it ? , you don't have informants everywhere but you do have in some places . You always found other people problems and lives interesting , and who knows maybe you will find some important information along the way , For example , knowing the fact that eros tried killing lady Psyche more than once can benefit you in the future and also the fact that lady Medea is helping lady Psyche take down this blue guy is also an important piece of information

but of course you're keeping all this for yourself until the right time comes

" So you want me to collect information on them both , since your -

you gave the knights behind him a disgusted look

-People are useless? "

" yes unfortunately , there is a reward obviously "

you took a sip from your tea , and thought about it for a while . Why only support eros ? you can also help Medea and Psyche without him knowing and get more rewards

" Sure "

And then you two shook hands

[dxmoness]

You wake up to find yourself seeing completely nothing, a piece of cloth covered your eyes like a blindfold. It didn't make it any better that you realized when you tried to move your hands, they had been restrained over your head. Chains wrapped around your ankles, you feel the cold metal against your skin. Your bare skin was exposed to the cold night air that seemed to breeze through an open window.

Your heart beats in a panic. What's going on? Every squirm or movement caused the chains to make a jingle noise. Suddenly the door swung open, you could hear a creak and then it shut close. A sound of the lock clicking to place came to your ears a second later.

"I see you've woken up, darling." A deep and familiar voice came to your ears now. Your husband's voice.

You could feel his gaze going up and down your body as if analyzing you or perhaps undressing you with his eyes. It felt uncomfortable. There was creak of the bed as you feel him getting on.

He was right on top of you now, you could feel him lean closer. His lips near your ear, his breath tickling you.

"Now, I get that this is all a bit hard to process but I can explain." He whispered, voice suddenly lowering to a more intimidating voice. "Let's just say...I talked with your friend and found out a few interesting things about what you've been doing the past months." A dark chuckle was heard as he pulled back. You weren't sure where he was but he clearly hadn't left the bed as the heavy feeling was still there.

"You were going to leave me, weren't you darling?" You could just hear his smirk even if you didn't see it. You knew he was smirking. He just had to be. "Ah it's a good thing I found out, hm~?" He chuckled. "I know you've been planning to leave tonight when I'm gone so I decided to...restrain you and ensure our marriage will not fall apart because of your selfish acts of heroics."

You could feel him come closer. A scream nearly emerged from your mouth, but this is when you realize that even your mouth had a gag on it to keep you from shrieking or releasing any noises he didn't want.

"Hm, I could let you go but the thing is...where's the fun in that?" He grins at the sorry sight of you. He pulled you close, lips crashing onto yours. This maniac had restrained you against your will and made you completely vulnerable and now decides it'd be the best time to kiss you?! A fucking psychopath.

His lips leave you as they move to your jaw and downwards, making their way to mark your neck with his bites. He bit down hard, you could feel him grin against your skin when you give a muffled scream. "Now you're marked as mine. And you won't leave."

He chuckled again. "Not unless I wish you to."

CHARACTERS — Eros Vasilios, Dion Agriche, Rezef Hill

[dxmoness]

♡ · NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT THE WORDS THAT WE WHISPERED · ♡

⁺ 　　 ﹒　 　warning ; i do not condone this behavior . a relationship should be healthy ♡　　 ﹒　 　 ⁺

☆◞ headcanons ﹕ yandere ⌕﹒e. vasilios ﹔your throne ?! ♡

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

* ˚ ✦ Eros does not show his affection well, but if he did he'd show it in the roughest ways possible. Plus the fact that he'd practically spoil you too. ~ ♡

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

* ˚ ✦ He'd prefer not to be messy, but of course if the situation calls for it. He will be messy. Necessarily enough, he'd bring clean clothes with him to change in. On a normal basis, his way of threats is simply stripping off the title of his said victim. If they still irritate him so, he can and will move to the method of torture or even at times, violence. ~ ♡

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

* ˚ ✦ He wouldn't dare hurt his darling, but extra precautions will be made beforehand. He'll be strict and set up rules between him and his darling. Somewhat in a way of a contract where he enables the said darling to give some additions too. Unless, of course, he makes his darling give him a reason to do otherwise. ~ ♡

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

* ˚ ✦ Forcing himself onto her would not exactly be his way to go. But he would make it certainly feel like he could do it, in a threatening manner of both actions and speech just to make sure his darling follows his wishes. What he would do against his darling's fragile line of will is prepare their wedding or perhaps a banquet in honour of their relationship, as non-existent as it is. ~ ♡

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

* ˚ ✦ The vulnerability he'd show towards his darling would be an illusion. His real vulnerability only shows every once in a while when his darling hurts him. ~ ♡

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

* ˚ ✦ Amusement. He'd be amused that his darling would dare think they can fight against himself. ~ ♡

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

* ˚ ✦ He does indeed think it is a game. Entertainment. He sees his darling fighting as a form of such since he knows he'll always find them no matter how hard they try to run. ~ ♡

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

* ˚ ✦ Perhaps when he punishes them at times by locking his darling in a room by themselves and isolates them for weeks on end until his darling begs him to let them out, promising him they'll be a good darling. He does have a soft spot for his darling begging. ~ ♡

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

* ˚ ✦ Where his darling would be a beautiful lover and a perfect partner to rule by his side. When he takes his throne at least. ~ ♡

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

* ˚ ✦ The jealousy that might bubble inside the depths of his heart and mind will be hidden until he gets his beautiful and precious darling alone. Then he'd remind them of who is truly the person they should speak that way too. ~ ♡

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

* ˚ ✦ He'd act gentle and pleasing towards his darling. Always treating them like a god/goddess. Making sure he keeps the gentleman facade that he gives only if his darling is well behaved, of course. ~ ♡

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

* ˚ ✦ There is no shame in his heart. He will approach and act flirty towards his darling if he pleases. Eros is a bold man. He'll make bold remarks and make his darling flustered for his amusement. ~ ♡

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

* ˚ ✦ Not exactly. Eros is more terrifying around anyone else that isn't his darling. Towards his darling, it is likely that this is one of the rare occasions he gives the only sliver of human emotion towards someone. Anything to please his darling. ~ ♡

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

* ˚ ✦ One of Eros’ forms of punishments would be to guilt-trip his darling and make them reflect of their actions by locking them in a room alone. But of course he doesn't do anything too drastic, like physical or verbal abuse. He still has a reputation to uphold. ~ ♡

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

* ˚ ✦ The question is more of, how much more rights would he give his darling. Because he doesn't exactly have that much to take away from his darling since he knows they know that he could do anything as he pleases as crowned prince. ~ ♡

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

* ˚ ✦ Extremely patient. He knows there will be a bigger picture so he remains patient towards his darling. It's not their fault for not trusting him, after all. He is indeed the kind of individual to be cynical about. ~ ♡

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

* ˚ ✦ Eros would move on a bit well, but only to a certain point. There will always be a sort of pain in his heart if his darling does perish to live with the deities above. ~ ♡

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

* ˚ ✦ He would feel bad at times. Seeing his darling cry would bring this sort of thing out. But then he'd remind himself that he had to do it for the greater good, at least it's the greater good for himself. ~ ♡

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

* ˚ ✦ The male has always been known to be born villainous and menacing. He simply lived this through and when his darling caught his eye, he found interest and took after them like the ambitious person he is. ~ ♡

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

* ˚ ✦ He'd hug them or spoil them. He didn't like seeing them in pain even though he was the reason why that is, but he denies that idea often. ~ ♡

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

* ˚ ✦ Perhaps the fact that Eros would let his darling flatter and speak to other nobles and that he didn't see others as a competition, he has an ego after all. ~ ♡

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

* ˚ ✦ None. Eros wouldn't be a fool to show his weaknesses. If the darling does find a weakness, it is likely he will play it out like it was never a weakness. ~ ♡

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

* ˚ ✦ Perhaps he would mentally, he would. Though he prefers that his darling doesn't complicate things to the point of him having to hurt them. ~ ♡

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

* ˚ ✦ The praise would never stop. He'd constantly whisper words of praise towards his darling, causing them to be flustered and leaving chuckling. ~ ♡

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

* ˚ ✦ Not too long. Eros wouldn't beat around the bush. He'd take exactly what he wants, whenever he wants. But of course, he also has a plan for things so he might wait a bit longer so that it may align to his plans. ~ ♡

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

* ˚ ✦ He would. He'd break every bit of wall of protection his darling has to just get them. He is not afraid to do it. After all, they will be his by the end of the day. ~ ♡

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⁺ 　　 ﹒　 　thank you for reading , until next time ♡　　 ﹒　 　 ⁺

☆◞ copyright﹕ dxmoness. do not copy or translate my work ! ⌕﹒disclaimer﹔i do not write for characters that i own (unless stated).

₊˚ taglist ⌗﹕@bertry3 × @lombxrdi × . . .

[dxmoness]

─────── I WANT YOU AND YOU ALONE.

Regret.

The first feeling you feel after all you and that monster had been through. There is no doubt about it, regret shall always stay.

A foolish decision it was to befriend the crowned prince as a child as if it would spare you from his manipulative attacks... But proven otherwise here you are playing victim to his puppetry once more.

Eros had been nice enough to give you a place to stay and food and drink to live off of, but his intentions shriek at your face like a war cry. The man is a monstrous being that had now found attachment to you and you alone.

Infatuation.

Obsessive behavior had been cleared but not at the right time. You had never noticed, no. Not a single peep until your things suddenly went missing... Little. By. Little.

At first you did not think much of it until the undergarments started going missing. Suspecting that the maids stole them, you spoke with Eros who deliberately inquired the maids himself.

It doesn't take long before you found the one true culprit though. That being said, you had simply rummaged through Eros' things when you found your undergarments stained with...y'know. Horrified by your discovery you didn't dare waste a second in this place any longer.

With intention to leave, you plot a departure one cool night. All went rather well...until you blacked out that is.

Imprisonment.

Being a prisoner was far worse than being his adorable doll. You were chained to a bed in a room you cannot escape from and the only times he ever came to you was when he needed your loving touch and affection.

Imprisoned here drove you mad, but you'd rather stay than be his little doll again. His intention of you sitting still and looking pretty was a rather humiliating and pride hurting task. One you didn't have a care for.

It takes a long long while but eventually...you give in to him.

Acceptance.

You sit here on his lap being the good obedient pet you are. Eros showered you with kisses as his hands roam high and low in a gentle caress.

His lips lock with yours as you two kiss passionately.

Accepting that he is your master is everything to him. His possessiveness drove him half as mad.

His lips nibble on your earlobe as he whispered sweet nothings.

You are his and he is yours. No one will take you away from him now.

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@yevene HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY SORRY THIS IS SO LATE

[dxmoness]

𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝑴𝒀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 | 𝐄. 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬

𝑵𝐎𝐓𝐄 ~ Eros confessing?? You wish <3

𝑪𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝑾𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ~ poisoning, curses, murder! You've been warned, if not comfortable feel free to skip this!

The three nobles now sat across from each other with two on one side and one on the other.

Eros Vasilios sat there as comfortable as he could possibly be. Satisfying his thirst as he drank the tea slowly, eyeing the other two seated before him.

Medea looked tense whilst Dekis looked as if he had not been sleeping for weeks. They act as if they had not been anticipating his visit. Surely now Medea would have realized his obsession with the princess who resided in these chambers. His eyes shifted from one sibling to another as he continued on with his drinking.

The room was ruled by silence. No one talked nor did they give gestures to one another. Silence grew so loud that Dekis felt uncomfortable being in the sight of the prince.

Finally, Eros put down the now empty cup. "Well then, how has the princess been faring?" His fingers folding together, he stared directly at the window away from them. This indicated that he was waiting for an answer as the ex-heir of the Solons murmured the response. "She's faring quite well, Your Highness." Dekis shot a glance towards Medea who gave a nod of confirmation.

His fingers gripped each other to the point that it hurt as he tried his absolute hardest to keep calm. "I see. As she should be, after all one small mistake could cause an entire war to be upon us, no?"

"I suppose so." Medea said with no interest in making her voice sound polite. "What is the purpose of your continuous visits, Your Highness? Must you always come by every week to ask continuously of the princess's welfare?"

"My, it seems someone is more annoyed than the person I'm looking for." Eros chuckled, wry amusement taking the wheel. "I am here only to wonder what she has been doing due to suspicions that she might not be treated as well as she says so." Unfolding his hands, his fingers gripped the chair's in impatience. "I also can't help, but realize that every time I visit, the princess seems out of bounds." His eyes flicked towards the duchess who stiffened. "I assume this is your doing, Lady Medea?"

Her hesitation was noted as she firmly stood her ground. "Yes it is my intention. During the ball weeks ago I have come to a realization that she may not exactly feel comfortable with you therefore we move her away every time you come."

Eros frowned. Not comfortable! He'd dare to laugh, but the truth may lie right in those words. Was Name really uncomfortable with him? Pondering onto this thought, he fell in a deep thought of whether or not this could be the case.

While he did so, Medea triumphantly knew she hit the right button when it came to the sudden outburst. Her eyes met her brother's as they both felt the satisfaction of their course of action.

This victory would only be short-lived as the next noise was not from this room.

Eros jerked up at the sound of a loud thump upstairs. What was that? Judging by the faces of the Solons, they were wondering the same thing.

Dekis stood up as he eyed his sister, worry written on his face. The noise had come from directly above them where the princess's chambers were located. This would mean one thing. Something must've happened to the princess. "Please excuse me a moment, Your Highness." Dekis murmured, bowing as he left onward.

Eros looked towards the duchess. His look was cutting and questioning. Medea just seemed as if she could not contemplate the matter at hand.

Seconds pass by as the silence loomed. They both awaited Dekis's return. As for Eros, he felt as if he already knew what was going to be said next. "The princess has been injured, has she not?" Eros spoke with no trace of emotion in his voice thus breaking the silence.

"We aren't sure of that yet." Medea replied, those purple eyes fixating on those venomous ones. After some afterthought she added in. "Also why do you care? Should you not have more troubling matters at hand? Leave this to the hosts."

Eros's hand clenched the arm of the chair once more as he continued to fight the war within. Debating whether or not to suddenly lash out, he found himself choosing the latter. Lashing out would lead to troubling circumstances. Something he did not want or need to have at the moment.

A slam of the door caused both to look towards them. Eyes shifting towards the figure by the door. Dekis Solon had returned and it seemed he was not bringing good news. "Name.. she's.." Eros frowned at this. 'Name'? When had the two gotten so close that he of all people was allowed to call her by her first name? Especially without title at that.

Medea's face paled with realization. "She's what?"

Eros braced himself for what he waited for, but was lashed with a bigger problem.

"Gone."

Words could not describe how much that hit him. That word came with a paroxysm of rage. "What do you mean gone?" Eros responded with his eyes flicking with rage.

"She's not in her room and not anywhere in the estate grounds." Those words brought worry to Eros. In fact, blaming those damnable guards for not taking her back then and leaving her now.

"So much for a 'great' stay." Eros said, venom lacing his voice as he stared at Medea who regarded him with the same kind of venomous gaze. "Show me." An order came from his lips that he had tried to contain. This caused the older male to look at his sister once more who nodded in defeat. Last thing they needed was a bloodbath from the prince.

Entering the princess's chambers they found a mess. As if someone was trying to rummage through her things and find something or anything at all that could be a blackmail.

Another thing that was noted was the shattered tea cup that now lied on the floor. Then it hit Eros almost immediately. On his way to the dining room where they had been staying before the incident started, he had noticed a maid carrying what seemed to be a giant bundle. Big enough to be a human.

tagging, @roseadleyn , @d10nsaint , @that-one-pretty-bitch , @sidra-29

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hello 🫶🏽 can i get a request where yandere eros made the reader get in a forced marriage with him so one day the reader try to kill him by getting on top of him and putting a pistol on his forehead when he's sleeping and as she closes her eyes preparing herself he wakes up. daring her to do it knowing she can't bring herself to take a life away, she eventually gave up and started to have a breakdown while eros take the gun away and hugging/comforting her although whispering in her ear, "we'll figure out your punishment tomorrow"

𝐏����𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 | 𝐄.𝐕.

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 ➜ istg you all are feeding my Eros simping side. Anyway this will be my second time making suggestive work so hopefully this doesn't flop.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 ➜ arranged marriage, reader doesn't love Eros, suggestive, no specific pronouns: first person view

Church bells rang as you fidget with nervousness. The people around you prepared you and panicked at the time.

Yes, you were getting married. Anyone could guess so. But, to whom? A man you did not even know or love. Eros Vasilios was a mystery to you. All you knew was he was the crowned prince and the future love of your life. Other than that you're just about nothing.

Of course that didn't stop everyone from reassuring you that you were going to love being with this man. Ugh. If they only knew your situation.

"You look ravishing. I'm sure His Highness would agree." A smile came from the head maid who had just watched you look at yourself in the mirror. Your heart was pounding as you heard the music of the wedding. The doors swing open as you walk through. Eyes were on you as some were envious and others joyful.

As you stood in front of your husband to be. You quietly wished it was someone else. Eros gave you a warm smile as the two of you listened on to the Pope's speech.

The attention the two of you got whilst saying your vows were pressuring especially the gaze of your own father who had simply sold you to this man as he chose to be your husband.

"I do." There was no emotion to those words as you spoke it out, wishing you were not in this situation. The kiss shared between you and your delighted husband was short and barely even a kiss at all as you two turned to make your steps out of the church as a married couple.

Those words that you regret months later. Now you stood by his doorway. Eyes shifting while holding a gun. Yes, a gun. Not that you had much of a choice. Eros was someone who needed to be eliminated and you were the one for the job since you after all slept in the same room with him.

The gun in question was bought from a travelling merchant who you told that you were just curious of things like guns thus you bought the said object. Though the guards weren't exactly fond of the idea they didn't have much of a choice.

Opening the door of your room, you found yourself making your way to him. The man who ruined your life by just joining it one faithful day. Putting the gun on his head was easy enough, but the murder... That was the hard part. You see you had thought you'd be able to kill him while he slept because. Why couldn't you?

The gun was directed right at his forehead not on it just inches away from it. It was a clear shot. Your eyes close as you almost pull the trigger.

Almost.

A chuckle came from the sleeping male as your eyes flew open in shock. Your body could no longer function as the male under you looked at you with amusement. "Go on then." He said, his eyes glinting brightly with excitement. "Kill me, doll."

"You..." This sick man was asking you to kill him. Why not do what he asked? You forced yourself to pull it, but to no prevail. Your body couldn't do what you begged it to. His face held amusement as you broke down. Dropping the gun as your eyes filled up. The one job you needed to do and you failed.

The male next to you took the gun away and placed it on the table. A smile plastered on his face as his arms wrapped around you. His lips kissing your exposed neck softly as he whispered words to comfort you.

Once you did calm down, he leaned in and nibbled your earlobe. His hot breath tickling you as whispered slowly. "How about you sleep with me for now darling?" He whispered, tracing her sides and caressing her skin. "We'll figure out your punishment tomorrow."

F*ck.

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[dxmoness]

『 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ᝰ 𝐄. 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒 』

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 → short-lived peace is over 😭 anyway this is going to be good I hope. Future me: this sucks.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 → murder (guess who), cursing, being called "demon", blood, gore

Food had finally run out. Name was now put up with the task of finding the village and most likely risking her peace. It had taken her quite a while to search for the money Perion had graciously left behind for her.

When she did, she made her way out the cottage to find the horse that she had managed to get a bond with in the two weeks she's been in this place. The horse was, thankfully, very quiet and tame so she easily was able to form such a bond. Getting on the filly's back she moved her out into the forest trail as they trotted forward.

Her stomach turned with nervousness for she had no clue where this village was in the instructions of Perion, its directions were fairly vague.

Fortunately for the female, the filly knew the way and found it quite easy to make her way to the cottage. Upon their arrival to its near entrance the filly paused as if waiting for the princess to signal her if she was ready.

In truth, Name felt nervous. Her heart pounded at the thought of getting caught by someone. For as far as she was aware, there was bound to be a bounty for her finding. She gives a deep breath and exhales before she takes the reins and gets off, tugging the reins gently to lead the horse to the right way.

The filly obliged as the two walked into the village. Name's worries faded when she found that the streets were filled with buzzing people, merchants, travellers, commoners alike. They all were going around. Vendors shouting what they sold, merchants and traders showing off their items as well as buyers who were negotiating prices with the sellers. A ghost of a smile came to her lips, this was what she lived for.

Her senses felt a certain sensation only felt when she knew someone was watching her intensely or not. Her body swivels as she finds three men staring at her with interest. Her stomach turns at the sight as she turned away. No. They could be travellers taking a break, you shouldn't give yourself away like that!

She didn't think much of it for a vendor that held tarts came to her attention as her stomach growled.

As the girl talked and bought her necessities she immediately lost the feeling of being on guard. Which, she would soon find out, was the worst thing she could possibly have done at that very moment.

When she got home, it had gotten very dark. She had stayed to watch the sunset and festival with the villagers who graciously welcomed her to the festival with open arms.

Now would be a great time to catch some sleep was what she thought before hearing a rustling of leaves as well as a twig crack. She moved towards the small window on the side of her room as her heart skipped a beat at the sight.

There were men by the door, and in front of them was the three men who had been at the village, watching her. Her stomach churned as her eyes moved to the door by her room. A weapon that was what she needed. For it was clear that those men did not want to be gentle with their ways, perhaps it was the 1 million pieces of gold that was promised too who ever found her first.

Either way now was a frustrating time, for she needed a weapon yet the things that could count as one were downstairs where the men were attempting to break in towards her.

There was a lingering idea in her mind that she wished she could push away yet this was the last option. She has trained it on the training grounds back home and to her siblings but never on a person that couldn't handle it. She would murder them!

‘Who cares?’ A voice whispered. ‘These men deserve it.’ No. She scolded her mind as she heard a crash of the door, the men had broken in. Her heart beat faster than before at the sounds that headed around from downstairs.

There was no choice, was there?

The leader of the men entered with a satisfied smile on his face.

Now they had the bounty for themselves! He was confident they'll managed to get her for she was an angel by heart and wouldn't dare do anything that hurt another since that was what the observations has told.

His found confidence was crushed only seconds later when the men they had sent into the house started screaming and begging for mercy until one of their men, the only one that survived the struggle, came out with a terrified expression painted on his face. "Boss, she's more dangerous than we thought!" He shrieked, his face covered in the blood of his comrades.

The three looked at each other, they knew their thoughts. They had to go in their themselves. They didn't think much of it until they went in.

The bodies that lay there were swiftly dealt with blows that were placed at known weak spots. Despite the girl being a princess, she knew where to hit? It seemed unlikely. A sound was heard from behind him, a choking sound at that. The dumbfounded leader turned around to find that one of his three companions were now dead on the floor and the other two disappeared.

His heart skipped a beat as he took a hold of the handle of the sword on his side. Finger gripping it tightly as he turned back to the path. Only to find that the man who had survived this place before was now choking the other man, snapping his neck as the body fell down dead.

The murdering traitor turned to him. His eyes were red. Red..

The leader did not know this man well, but he knew damn well his eyes were never as frightening of a tint as this. A step back was all it took for the seemingly possessed comrade to take charge at him. He noted a different presence in the room as he fought for his life. He had the upper hand.

At least that was what he originally thought until the possessed one seemed to earn a change of battling style. A stab of pain was felt as the possessed took the leader's power to fight.

The leader fell on his knees as the man who now was going to be the reason for his death fell as well. He looked at him to see that his eyes turned to a greyish color. The color of the dead as his body gave up. If that man was dead and he had killed him then... Who had brought him the life to do so?

He turned to see the woman they had come here for. Her eyes were cold as she held a hand out. But, he was not as foolish as his comrade, he charged up and tried to run but the woman was too fast, a dagger was thrown and it hit him where she had wanted it to as the man fell dying.

‘They called her angel... But she's a demon at heart!’ He fought to stay awake as the steps behind him drew closer. In front of him once more was the demoness that now took his life away from him. Her face was emotionless, her eyes did not hold life in them as she once more gave her hand out to him. Desperately he took it far too later where she died.

This was when Name returned to her senses as her eyes met the gore scene in front of her. Her body heaved as she fell down tears streaming. This was what she had done.

Her empire had the right to call her what they did. Perhaps that's why her father refused to bring her to the ladies. ‘You're a demon, Name...’ Was what her oldest friend had told her when they found out about her.

The demon that now possessed her ruined her once more.

『 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 』

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ᝰ if I forget you I apologize!

[dxmoness]

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 | 𝐄. 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬

marquise's note: i'm back with this <33

warning: murder, slight gore(?), possessive thoughts

The carriage rolled down the road in a steady manner. The coachman tried his hardest to keep awake for his passenger was none other than the most treasured treasure of all. A dark figure loomed quietly watching it move.

Optics shifting to ensure safety before noticing a couple of hoarders, awaiting prey to catch.

Rushing past the slowly drifting carriage, no noise was heard.

The hoarders continued on. Noticing that there was a carriage nearby everyone got excited. This meant prey, which was great for them.

Unbeknownst to them, the male stood ready to kill. This'd be fun.

Screams were heard that night, and everyone was proceeding with caution. Later on in the morning they'd find hoarders chopped off, their body parts scattered all over the gore scene.

Taking a step out of the carriage, she found herself staring at the buzzing streets of the Vasilios empire.

The streets were filled to the maximum with people rushing around doing their commissions and commitments. Nobles chattering and gossiping about what had previously occured. It seemed the story of the late emperor was still roaming in everyone's mind.

Turning to her guards, eyeing some royal knights watching her wearily. "Shall we go look for some place to stay then?" She kept her voice as calm as possible. The royal knights seemed to be awaiting her to grace them with her presence. Was this the doing of the prince?

No, no it couldn't be could it? The prince probably has no idea where she was right now, and who she was at that.

In truth, it had taken quite some convincing before her father agreed with this absurd idea to visit the rival empire, but with a little push from Duchess Solon she was brought only if she promised to keep the guards close by her.

Which was a good requirement, although why would she ever leave the guards in such a place where she knew no one and had no recollection of.

"Lady Name?" She blinked back to reality as the guard seemed to glance at her worried.

"Yes?" "Do you perhaps know who they are?" He asked, pointing directly at the knights who now waved at them cheerfully.

"Not at all." It was a flat answer that was called normal for the girl. It never occured to the girl as weird that these knights were specifically looking at her. No one else.

A loud crack was heard from outside the partly open door as a man fell dead.

He was getting impatient. The guards knew this. They looked at each other, gulping. "So? Are any of you going to own up then? Or do you all want to end up dead as well?" A voice laced with pure venom as Eros sat down on the lounge.

A guard stepped forward. His body shaking with such fear as his eyes wandered to the corpse on the floor. "We've had some complications with handling Lady Name, my lo—" A sudden movement caused a large hit of pain on his face as the guard tumbled over.

"Complications!" Eros covered his eyes and then laughed. "You always have complications." Grabbing the guard's neck he squeezed it with much force. "There will be no more complications, is that understood?" The guard gasped for breath as he attempted to break free from the stronghold of the prince's hand.

The guard's face grew pale as his lungs had completely used up all their air, nodding his head furiously he tried to get the prince's undivided attention. Eros was satisfied by this, his hand unclenched, the guard gasped; his lungs happy to find the sweet taste of air once more.

Leaving the room for those cowards to do as they pleased, he went straight to his room. There stood the spies he had readily commanded to keep watch as backup for when the knights failed to proceed with their instructions.

"Report." Eros said, tipping the cold glass of water given to him earlier by a maid who was passing by against his lips, letting the water gush out into his mouth.

"Duchess Solon is hosting the princess in her home as a warm replacement home, sir." Interesting. So Medea was planning on something. What sort of treachery was it this time around?

"I see." His optics shifted from the spy to the window. "Tell them to hurry the coronation. I'd like to be crowned now." The spy bowed before leaving.

How infuriating. The Solons dared try his patience. First she took Psyche now she was going to try and take his Name? Gritting his teeth, his mind loomed thinking of ways to take her and make her his.

Name had no idea what she was looking for was him. He wanted her. In fact he needed her. She fit his final piece, she was his final piece to fix his puzzle.

Fingers combing his locks, he pushed back that feeling. There was no need to rush. He already had what he wanted. Now he just needed something to get her to him.

Opening one of the drawers, he found an elixir stored in top shape for this very moment. He knew it worked, he had tested it with another subject before.

A smile played onto his lips as the liquid gleamed in the moonlight, sounds of bells ringing.

It was time.

taglist?? (sorry for the ping TT)

@rouecentric | @sidra-29 | @d10nsaint | @that-one-pretty-bitch | @roseadleyn

[dxmoness]

𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎 | 𝐄. 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬

— “𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄?”

marq's note: I have nothing to say.

tw: blood, attempt murder.

Medea has been a kind hostess to say the least. Her overlooking with how Name was treated was given with utmost respect and thanks from the female. She seemed quite intent with making sure she was at home. This almost felt like home. Almost.

Taking a necklace out of its box, she fitted it on checking herself in front of the mirror. It was time.

The ball was being held that night, and it was time for her to meet this great Prince everyone had chattered on about.

Coming out of her room, she found Marquess Helio standing there waiting for her. "Good evening, Your Highness, ready to go?" His eyes seemed to gleam with delight when she gave a nod.

She noticed his hand was out, taking this as a sign to take his hand. She did. Hand in hand, they walked out of the building where the duchess stood with none other than her brother, Dekis.

No denying that the brother was handsome, it seemed visuals came in the blood with this family. "Good evening." Both ushered them inside, saying they could be late.

Time passed and they made it to the location where this Coronation ball was being held. It seemed the Prince was there already for as Name walked past the others. Some ladies of the court whispered about how attractive His Highness looked and how he looked his best.

Why are they so surprised? Shouldn't everyone look their best during their Coronation? Name highly doubted anyone wouldn't look their absolute best on their ascension.

As she entered the room, she was met with bad looks toward her. As expected, after all she was of the rivaling empire. Silence ruled the room as she and the duchess walked side by side. She could feel looks of anger all around. It seemed the aura of this room was only one. Venomous rage.

Were they angry at her or Medea? She couldn't be sure, but they were angry. No, more like pissed. Was this the reason of her invitation? To feel emerged with the venomous hatred given by the nobles of the empire..?

Suddenly, they stood in front of the throne. A male sat there, one leg positioned across the other, his cheek pressed against his hand in a bored expression. That was until his eyes fixated onto her own.

Eros was overjoyed to finally see her face-to-face. Holding his excitement, he tried his best to keep his mood into the normal bored expression he kept. "Good evening, Duchess Solon. I see you've brought a guest." His voice was slightly tainted with a cheery tone to keep his beauty comfortable. "Good evening to you, Princess." He was about to add her name, but decided not to.

Name's lips were pressed in a firm line. So he did know. Was he actually the one who sent the letter then? Suddenly remembering her courtesy, she bowed respectfully. "Good evening, Your Grace. I speak for both myself and my family to give you a congratulations. May your reign be a successful one for everyone to talk about years from now." Lifting her head up, she managed to catch a smile from the prince. It seemed she had earned the respect.

"I see.. I thank you then." He answered, then inquired with curiosity. "How has your stay been with the duchess?" He needed to know. After all this girl was top priority for him.

"She has been treating me quite well, Your Grace. She's in fact made it so it seems I am at home." Name was confused on why he had to question her stay. Shouldn't he be focusing more on other matters?

Eros frowned at this. So she was enjoying staying with Medea. How infuriating. It made him angry that she was enjoying the duchess' company instead of being with him! Collecting his emotions, he nods. "How... nice of her." He made sure to cast a glare towards the duchess that referred the glare back towards him with no hesitation. He decided to shoot his shot, suddenly standing up to stand next to her.

Name's heart raced as she felt him against her, hand on her shoulder while his lips neared her ear practically touching it. So close that she felt his hot breath against her, making her shiver. Her stomach churned as she felt sick. What was he trying to do..?

"If you'd like you could stay here with me." He whispered as he leaned back away as he looked at her. Optics directed to optics. "I'd truly enjoy such a honor."

This made her heart skip a beat. Stay with Prince? When he could most likely kill her? No, that was suicide at its finest. She doesn't even trust him.

"No thank you." She started. Voice shaking ever so slightly as she looked him straight in the eye. "The duchess has treated me just fine, and as much as I'd like to talk more with you, Your Highness.. I might distract you from your work which wouldn't be good as you have just ascended in your role." She gave a small apologetic smile in response.

This made him stop. No? Did she dare say no to him? All because of Medea? "I see. Thank you for your concern, if you change your mind you know where to find me."

A hand then grabbed her as Medea helped her walk away whilst giving the prince one last fitting glare. "Let's go, everyone's looking at us." She whispered lowly to which Name nodded.

The two of them made it to a corner in which they stood as the prince went on with speech thanking everyone who had joined that night. After a while, Name had gotten overwhelmed with the amount of people attempting to talk with her. She managed to find the balcony empty enough for her to take a breather.

The assassin watched her soon to be victim in silence. A smile forming in her lips. Now was her chance to murder the person who was keeping her from getting the attention of her master.

Watching her movement, luck was on her side! The female turned around to face the way she wasn't on. A laugh nearly escapes from her as she prepared to pounce. Boosting her self, she nearly stabbed the girl.

Nearly.

A quick movement was made as the assassin felt a blinding pain. Crimson splattered on the floor as the red liquid gushed from a mortal wound. Eyes flying back and forth she was met with a sight of white eyes glowing with fury and rage.

Eros.

Name turned to the sound of a faint scream to see a female with a sword so close.

Had she been planning on killing her? It didn't matter either way for the Prince had gotten to her first.

Eros slowly pulled out the sword as the girl bled to death. He walked over to Name whose face grew pale in realization of her near death. "Are you alright?" He asked, inspecting her for wounds.

"I'm fine.." She mumbled, eyeing the now dead body. "Who was she..?"

"An assassin or rebel no doubt." He said plainly. "I'm surprised she showed her face here today especially after a specific incident where I warned her of returning." He looked back at the body.

"I see." So this assassin had been here before. And the prince had nearly killed that time. Like he did to many others, including her own empire's men. Why did he spare lives in the brink of death? A warning? Or was it pride? It didn't matter to her. If he thought if it as a good way to scare enemies it worked in wonders. "I thank you for saving me then." She whispered as he turned back to look at her.

"No problem, if I hadn't the war would be raging as far as the eye can see." He murmured as his fingers made their way to her hair. Touching it he leaned and slowly took a few strands of her hair, kissing it gently. "Please excuse me now, Your Highness. It seems I am needed back in the Ballroom." He murmured once more as he moved back. "Please be careful now. You never know what lies in these trees." She nods, giving a small smile to which the prince surprisingly returned.

He walked past the nobles who were making their leaves known. The ball was over now and his Name had gone home with the Solons long before it even finished, much to his annoyance. He did not say anything when the other assassins wondered aloud where their member was.

That was until they asked him. "She's dead." This statement stirred a lot of uneasy questions and rage between the members of this association. Such as "How did she die?" or "Why didn't you say sooner?" some even wondered where the body laid.

But, the question asked next was one of great importance amongst the rest of them. "How do you know about this, Your Highness?"

Eros gave a look of boredom as his fingers slowly tapped the table. A sight of impatience and one with no interest. "I killed her." A plain and straightforward answer. One he did not care the response for as he stood up and walked away from the room. Loud yelling heard behind him, but he didn't care. That girl tried hurting his wife to be! Not just hurting in fact, murdering was the best answer. She didn't deserve mercy. She got what she exactly deserved. Her death wasn't pretty, but it was better than leaving her alive when there could be more possible opportunities of her killing what was his.

He threw his glass across the room in frustration as it shattered into a million pieces. This was getting out of hand. His emotions were getting out of hand. He had her. She had him. Why didn't he take her back then in the balcony?

Mercy. A laugh emerged from him, breaking free. He had given her mercy! How different. See how insane she was turning him? She was given mercy! By someone who never gave it.

Let her spend her next few days of kindness because sooner or later he'd use his trump card. And she'll finally be his forever.

taglist!

@d10nsaint , @sidra-29 , @rouecentric , @roseadleyn , @that-one-pretty-bitch

[dxmoness]

• A. SERIES MASTERLIST !

➛ a masterlist for my series OBSESSION!

• A YOUR THRONE FIC. SERIES !

✧ OBSESSION ! ✧

I. II. III. IV.

V. VI. VII. VIII.

IV. X. XI. XII.

✧ STATUS: ONGOING ! ✧

✧ TAGLIST ! ✧

— @roseadleyn

— @that-one-pretty-bitch

— @primordixl

✧ ASK TO BE ADDED ! ✧

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okay poll time!

[dxmoness]

𝑴𝐎𝐑𝐄 | 𝐄. 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬

𝑵𝐎𝐓𝐄: Okay, this has been in the drafts + my mind for a long while now, so it's time I break my writer's block lol.

𝑪𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: stalking, cursing, near murder.

𝑷𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒: I . II . III . IV . V

The prince's words followed her to her room. A voice so mysteriously enticing. Had she been any other person she would've fallen on her knees. But, her remembrance of who she was did not let that happen.

But either way the words he spoken haunted her no matter what she did to try and prevent its returns from her head.

Eros Vasilios had simply captivated her mind beyond a doubt.

Was it because of him saving her life? Or just a mere span of words of care? No, it had to be the first. Anyone could form words and manage to make it seem real, but no one could spin a blade fast enough to kill an assailant.

"I'd truly enjoy such an honor." Those words gave her feelings endless debates. Debates in which she failed to see which one the side. He sounded sincere, but even the most sincere words could be framed if you were born with the capability. Hadn't her father warned her of the prince's endless feats of manipulation?

Then again she didn't plan on leaving. Medea Solon was the reason she was brought and is here. She will not repay her hospitality with the betrayal of leaving in another's home.

A brief look from Medea at the ball made her notice that she hated Eros. If truth be told, no one could blame her.

From stories that passed through the Empire Name's gates, it was told that Medea had been badly played by the current emperor. So much that he even played with her most trusted 'friend' Psyche Callista at the same time.

Perhaps that was the reason why her attitude towards him seemed so... annoyed, frustrated even. Him being on the throne must not be a good thing. But, then again Name was not from here so how would she understand the empire's situation? She couldn't ask either, it would seem nosy to wonder of such things.

Muffled noises came to her attention, ending her thoughts. What was going on? Quietly walking towards the door, she heard faint voices. Pressing her ear against it, she caught a whispered conversation held by two unknown voices.

"You do realize how much of a threat he could be once he realizes right?" A hushed tone ushered to the other who replied with a firm. "I know, but she is our only hope. A weakness of his that cannot be obliterated at all costs." That voice made her heartbeat race. The duchess was talking with someone.

"If that is the case, then why not try killing her? Eros would do anything for her right?" Huh? Killing who? Her? Name bit her lip in hope that it was not the case, but the next sentence confirmed it almost immediately.

"If we kill Name, we kill a most likely alliance between me and her father. That will not do anything but harm us."

"But keeping her from her father will harm us too. You know who she is Medea!" The voice finally gave its recognition to her. Perion. The cardinal, was it? Why would he be here? At this time of night. That didn't make much sense and it didn't help that the two were ushering about her possible demise when they were right in front of her room. Was this intentionally placed so she could be aware of her possibilities?

"I know. Which is why we are keeping her happy here. At the very least we could keep her away from both her father and her own stalker." The tone was laced with annoyance. Stalker? Who was the stalker? This didn't add up whatsoever.

"What difference does it make to—" "Shush." Medea sounded really annoyed now. On the verge of angry even. "It's my plan and I'll deal with it however I think, I doubt you dare question me?"

After that there was silence. Then a shuffling of feet. It seemed the male had given up.

This exchange brought more questions than answers. Though one thing was clear Medea's intentions were not kind towards her. Perhaps at the part of keeping her happy, and maybe away from this stalker, but she was also keeping her from the man who risks everything for her.

Her own father.

Should she agree on staying with the prince now? Even the prince could be danger though... Best possible option would be to leave with no trace. Perhaps leaving her whole life behind even.

No, she shouldn't think that. Leaving meant a war her father might put up. And war with this empire was the last thing she wanted.

The next morning came quickly as she felt a sickening feeling in her stomach upon the recollection of last night. Fixing herself up, she took the initiative to come down without the maids calling for her per usual.

"Good morning." She murmured as she sat down. The duchess and her brother returned the greeting with much reluctance and ate while speaking quietly to one another through their eyes.

The meal was done in a silent manner. Far from the usual whereas they spoke to her, this time they seemed to hesitate even asking her sorts. Had the duchess realized she had overheard? She hoped not. If she had then Medea would send her away.

Suddenly Bertie barged in with much panic. Ushering towards the duchess she whispered in a rushed tone about someone's arrival, this caused Medea to jerk up while Dekis shot a worried glance towards Name's way.

"Your Highness, how about you go rest in your room for a moment? Someone important has arrived and will not wait for another time." Medea sounded calm and collected, but her angry face said otherwise. The person must be someone she very much disliked.

Dekis took Name's hand and rushed her to her room with one more word to stay put.

Staring at the now shut and locked door with frustration, she fiddled with the hem of her dress.

The temptations of checking the window finally took over as she walked towards the huge window for her to see a royal coach. It seems the prince had come to visit. She could see the male talking with duchess whilst standing outside.

A sound of a click was heard behind her caught her attention as her breath got caught in her throat. Who?

Turning around she managed to see a maid standing there with a maniacal smile before she felt dizzy. What had been placed in the food she ate earlier?

Holding her head, she collapsed onto her knees. Her vision grew blurry as she looked back at the maid. Eyes fixating though barely she realized this was the one that had been caring and making her food. So she was behind this. She'd been drugged.

A cough emerged from as she fell into a dark oblivion.

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