♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 996
The water sloshed gently around you, the warmth soaking into your skin as steam curled lazily in the dimly lit bathroom. The scent of soap and something faintly metallic lingered in the air, a cruel contrast to the man kneeling beside the tub—his broad frame tense, his eyes fixed on you with something that almost looked like tenderness.
Almost.
He was going to hell. He knew that. There was no salvation waiting for him, no absolution. He wasn’t the kind of man who repented, and even if he did, even if he begged on his knees for forgiveness, it wouldn’t change the things he had done.
But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, you were here, in his hands, delicate and soft, your bare skin glistening under the flickering candlelight. And for once, he didn’t want to ruin you.
“Stay still, sugar,” he murmured, voice a deep, heavy drawl, thick with something unreadable as he dipped a cloth into the water, wringing it out before dragging it slow and deliberate over your shoulder. “Let me take care of you.”
You flinched at his touch—so subtle most wouldn’t have noticed, but he did. He always did.
His lips curled, but there was no malice in it. No cruelty. Just that same quiet, knowing amusement that always lingered behind his eyes. “Scared of me, huh? Ain’t that somethin’. After all this time.”
You didn’t respond. You never did when he said things like that. When he forced you to acknowledge the imbalance between you—the way he took and took and took, and you were powerless to stop it.
His hand came up, fingers rough as they brushed over your cheek, his thumb pressing lightly at the corner of your mouth. “Y’know, I get it,” he murmured. “Ain’t nothin’ I’ve done to earn your love. Hell, I know you ain’t got it in you to give it. Not to me.”
The confession sent a shiver down your spine. He had never said it before—never admitted what you both knew deep down. That he could steal your body, break your will, but he could never own your heart.
“But I love you, darlin’,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, like it was some terrible, blasphemous secret. “Ain’t that funny? After all I’ve done, I still love you.”
He leaned in then, his lips ghosting over your forehead, then your temple, slow and reverent. Like you were something precious. Something sacred.
You wanted to pull away. But there was nowhere to go. Nowhere he wouldn’t follow.
His mouth found yours next—soft, unbearably gentle. It was wrong. All wrong. He wasn’t supposed to kiss you like this, wasn’t supposed to pretend he could be kind. It was deception, a subtle, insidious thing, burrowing deep into your bones, making you question what you already knew to be true.
Because for just a moment, just the briefest second—you wanted to believe it.
He pulled back, his thumb tracing slow circles against your cheek. His eyes darkened, that flicker of something dangerous, possessive, creeping back in. “See, sugar, I ain’t askin’ for much. Just for you to be good for me. Just for you to stay.”
Your stomach twisted. A trap. It was always a trap.
He sighed, shaking his head as he reached for the bar of soap, rubbing it between his palms before running them down the length of your arm. “Ain’t fair, is it? Me wantin’ you like this. Me knowin’ I’m a bastard and still not givin’ you up.”
His fingers trailed lower, brushing over your wrist, tracing the faint bruises left behind from the last time you had tried to fight him. His jaw tightened at the sight, something unreadable flashing across his face before he forced himself to exhale, slow and measured.
“Hurts, don’t it?” he murmured. “Knowin’ I ain’t ever gonna be good enough for you. But darlin’… it don’t matter. ‘Cause you’re mine, no matter how much you hate it.”
He lifted your hand, pressing his lips against the inside of your wrist, where your pulse fluttered wildly beneath his touch. “You’re mine,” he repeated, softer this time, almost reverent.
You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to shiver as he traced a path up your arm, his lips following the trail of damp skin in slow, deliberate kisses. The illusion of softness was suffocating. It was easier when he was cruel, when he bared his teeth and forced you into submission. But this? This was worse.
Because it felt real.
“Ain’t gonna hurt you tonight, sugar,” he drawled, dragging the cloth down the slope of your shoulder, across the delicate line of your collarbone. “Not like I usually do. Just wanna take care of you. Make you feel good.”
You wanted to laugh. To scream. To claw at his face and remind him of everything he had done. Everything he would do again.
But you didn’t.
Because you knew he wouldn’t let you go. Not ever.
His hands dipped lower, spreading warmth over your stomach, your ribs, his touch light and teasing as he mapped out the parts of you he had already memorized a thousand times over. He watched your face closely, drinking in every twitch, every subtle flinch.
“Ain’t got a clue how much I love you, do you?” he murmured, almost to himself. “Damn shame, that.”
His lips brushed over your throat, his breath hot against your skin. “But that’s alright, sugar. You don’t gotta love me back.”
His hands curled around your hips, his grip just shy of bruising. “Long as you stay.”
You swallowed hard, a fresh wave of nausea curling in your gut. He was lying. You knew he was lying.
Because the second you tried to leave, he would show you just how much of a bastard he really was.
And yet, as his lips moved against yours again, as his hands roamed over your body like he was worshiping something holy—you almost believed him.
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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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