♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 943
The night was heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth, the air thick with something unspoken. A single candle flickered on the worn wooden table, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. The old record player crackled to life, a slow, wistful tune spilling into the quiet space.
He was already waiting for you, standing near the center of the room, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled to his elbows. There was something almost gentle in the way he held his hand out to you, palm up, waiting, patient.
Like old times. When you were young, when things were different, before the weight of his presence became something suffocating.
“Dance with me, sweetheart,” he drawled, voice thick with something that made your stomach twist.
You hesitated, but in the end, you always did as he asked. Your fingers ghosted over his, and that was all it took for him to pull you in, guiding you effortlessly into the slow rhythm of the song.
His hand found the small of your back, firm but not forceful. His other hand cradled yours, thumb stroking absently over your knuckles. He led, and you followed—just like always.
“Feels like a dream,” he murmured, his breath warm against your temple. “Just us. Just the way it oughta be.”
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because there was nothing to say that wouldn’t shatter whatever fragile illusion he was weaving around you both.
The melody swayed, sweet and old-fashioned, wrapping around the two of you in its haunting embrace. He moved with practiced ease, the steps familiar, the closeness overwhelming.
And then, slowly, his fingers brushed along your jaw, tilting your face up to his.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, soft as a confession. “Grown up so pretty.”
Your breath caught. You knew what this was. You had seen it coming the moment he pressed you against him, the moment he took your hand.
Still, your body betrayed you, muscles locked in place as he leaned in, slow, unhurried, savoring the moment. His lips brushed against your forehead first, reverent, before trailing down, pressing against your temple, your cheek.
“Ain’t fair,” he whispered against your skin. “How much I love you.”
Your heart pounded, the weight of his words suffocating.
“But you don’t love me, do you?” he mused, tilting his head as if studying you.
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. He already knew the answer, had always known, but he wanted to hear you say it.
You said nothing.
His smile was sad, but knowing.
“S’alright,” he murmured, brushing his lips against your hairline. “I can love enough for the both of us.”
The song played on, slow and mournful, as he held you close, swaying to the music. And in that moment, you knew—he was never going to let you go.
Not now.
Not ever.
He moved like he was savoring every second, fingers mapping the familiar curve of your waist, his palm pressing lightly against your spine. It felt almost reverent, like he was drinking in the sight of you, branding it into his memory.
“Y’know,” he murmured, “when you were little, you used to climb onto my boots when we danced. Could barely stand up without holdin’ onto me.” His chuckle was quiet, almost wistful. “Now look at you. Grown. Beautiful.”
Your stomach twisted, nausea rising like bile in your throat.
“You were my whole world back then,” he continued, his grip tightening just slightly. “Still are.”
He dipped his head lower, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “Ain’t nothin’ gonna change that.”
You stiffened, but he only pulled you closer, his touch deceptively soft. His lips grazed your temple again, slow, deliberate.
“Remember when you used to beg me to never leave?” His voice was thick with something unreadable. “Now look at us. I’m here. Just like you wanted. And you’re tryin’ so hard to pull away.”
His hand curled around yours, fingers lacing together as he spun you slowly, guiding you with ease before pulling you back against his chest. The candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows across his face.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” he asked, eyes locked onto yours. “The way it’s always been meant to be.”
Your lips parted, but no words came. What could you say? What could possibly reach him?
He exhaled, brushing his nose along the side of your face, drinking in your scent like a dying man grasping for salvation.
“I know what you’re thinkin’,” he murmured. “That I’m a selfish bastard. That I should burn for what I feel.”
His breath was warm against your skin as he pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek.
“Maybe I should,” he admitted, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Maybe I will. But it don’t change a damn thing.”
The song was reaching its end, the melody drawing out into something slow and aching. He swayed with you, his hands never leaving your body, his touch burning into you like a brand.
“If there’s a Hell waitin’ for me,” he murmured, “I reckon I’ll meet it with your name on my tongue.”
The final notes of the song drifted into silence, leaving only the sound of your breathing and the slow, rhythmic beat of your heart against his chest.
He didn’t let go. Not yet.
His fingers traced the back of your neck, the touch featherlight, like he was afraid you’d disappear. His lips pressed to your forehead, lingering.
“One more song,” he whispered.
A plea. A demand.
You didn’t answer. And you didn’t pull away.
Because in the end, you always did as he asked.
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Ace Attorney: N/A
Arcane: N/A
Blue Lock: Shidou Ryusei
Boku no Hero Academia: Mirio Togata
Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A
Death Note: N/A
Demon Slayer: Tengen Uzui
DC: Dick Grayson
Dishonored Series: N/A
Genshin Impact: Childe
Haikyuu!!: Atsumu Miya, Keishin Ukai, Yūji Terushima
Honkai Star Rail: Boothill
How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A
Hunter x Hunter: N/A
I’m Not That Kind of Talent: N/A
Jujutsu Kaisen: Shiu Kong
Kill The Hero: N/A
Love and Deepspace: Caleb
Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: N/A
MONSTER: N/A
Naruto Shippuden: Hidan, Zabuza Momochi
One Punch Man: Suiryu
Reverend Insanity: N/A
TOUCHSTARVED: N/A
Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Fresh! Sans, Storyshift! Chara
Wuthering Waves: Brant
Your Throne: N/A
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