𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,069

You were filth the day he found you.

Half-naked and starving, more bone than flesh. A sack of torn rags thrown against a cold brick wall in the back alley of some forgotten slum. Rain had soaked you through—drenched hair clung to your bruised face, your hands scraped raw from crawling. A feral dog had been chewing on a corpse two feet from you. You couldn’t remember if it had looked up. You couldn’t remember if you had either.

You’d passed out from pain. When you woke up, it was in silk sheets.

He never told you his name.

To everyone else, he was The Don.

The last face his enemies saw. A man whose entire bloodline feared him. Even his wife never spoke unless spoken to. Even his children bent the knee and trembled. He didn’t punish with noise. He punished with silence—and corpses. No one touched him. No one spoke freely. No one existed in his world unless he willed it.

And for some reason, he had willed you.

He never laid a hand on you. Not once.

He gave you everything. Room, board, silk, perfume, education, the best meals you’d ever seen served in eerie silence. But he never touched you. Never praised you. Never looked at you for more than a few seconds. It made you feel sick. You didn’t want his charity—you didn’t want his attention.

Everyone else who tried to get close died.

You were the only one he kept.

And you never understood why.

✦✧✦✧

You found out when you turned eighteen.

He summoned you after dinner.

You’d learned to walk quietly. You’d learned to dress as he liked—elegant, covered, modest. But tonight was different. The maid who dressed you—one of the only ones who would even speak to you—chose red lace. No bra. No panties. Just a slit gown that left your back bare, your throat exposed like a lamb for slaughter.

You didn’t protest. You just walked, slowly, barefoot across the marbled floors of his mansion.

He waited for you in the study. Always the study.

His presence made the air choke. He didn’t need to raise his voice. He didn’t need to say your name. Just being near him made your stomach coil in knots you didn’t know how to untangle.

“Come here.”

The same voice that ordered assassinations. The same voice that signed death warrants.

You stepped closer, barefoot. Like prey.

He was old. Silver-haired. Towering. Lines carved his face like marble cracked over decades of cruelty. But he moved like a man half his age. Still in control. Still dangerous. He could kill you. Easily. Gently, even. Without a word.

“Do you know why I’ve kept you alive?”

You swallowed.

He didn’t wait for your answer.

“You were the only one who didn’t beg. Not even once. You were filth, starving, bleeding. And you didn’t grovel. You looked away. Like I wasn’t worth your gaze.”

He stepped closer. Your breathing hitched.

“That was the most arousing thing I’d ever seen.”

You flinched. Something flickered in his gaze. Not warmth—no. Just the acknowledgment of your reaction. Like a scientist watching a rat twitch under the needle.

“You’ve made it easy for me,” he said. “I let you sleep in my home. Let you eat. Clean. Breathe. I let you exist in my presence. That should’ve been enough.”

Your thighs clenched. You hated yourself.

He tilted your chin with gloved fingers.

“But tonight, I’m going to take what you’ve owed me.”

Your lips parted. No words came out.

“Say ‘thank you,’ little rat.”

You whispered it. You didn’t recognize your voice.

“Good girl.”

He removed his gloves slowly. You had never seen his hands before. Pale. Veined. Too gentle for what you knew he was capable of. He used those hands to break men apart like paper.

He used them now to push you down.

You landed on your knees with a thud. Pain flared. He didn’t wait.

“Open.”

You did. Not because you wanted to. Because he owned your breath. Owned your name. Your body had long since ceased to be yours. It was his, and he was only now claiming it.

He didn’t undress you. He didn’t kiss you. He didn’t say a single sweet word.

Instead:

“You filthy little mutt. You think I don’t see how you squirm around me like some heat-drunk bitch in season? You think I don’t notice how wet you get just from me breathing near you?”

You whimpered.

“Speak up, pet. You’re not mute. Or is the shame too much for your little intellect to bear? I forget how slow you are. You were raised in a sewer.”

He yanked your hair back, and you gasped.

“I picked you from the gutter and turned you into something worth fucking. And you will be grateful.”

He made you crawl.

Your knees scraped against marble. You wanted to cry but didn’t dare. He would’ve liked it. Or maybe he wouldn’t have noticed. That was worse.

“Look at you. Desperate little thing. You used to hiss at me when I fed you. Remember that? Like a wild cat. Now look at you. Begging to be used.”

He stepped behind you. Dragged your gown down just enough. Not all the way. Just enough to shame you.

He whispered in your ear:

“You don’t get to come. Not tonight. Not until you’re sobbing.”

And he made good on his promise.

He never kissed you. Never said your name.

He fucked you like you weren’t real.

A ragdoll. A warm hole. A slave.

And he was so gentle in the way he ruined you. Methodical. Detached. Like you were a puzzle he was solving. Or a doll he was taking apart for fun.

He called you every degrading thing in the book. And then invented new ones. Words no man had ever said to you. Words that made your spine curl and your soul flinch. You hated how your body responded. Hated how your mind split in half.

He whispered truths while he did it:

“You’re only alive because I wanted to see you break.”

“You’ve been trained like a dog. You didn’t even notice.”

“I don’t love you. I never will. That’s what makes this real.”

He left you shaking. Cold. Spent. And then—

He lifted your chin again.

And he smiled.

Not a kind smile.

Just one that told you:

This is only the beginning.

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♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.

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Ace Attorney: Barok van Zieks

Arcane: N/A

Blue Lock: Jinpachi Ego, Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi

Boku no Hero Academia: Endeavor

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A

Death Note: N/A

Demon Slayer: Muzan Kibutsuji

DC: Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne

Dishonored Series: N/A

Genshin Impact: Alhaitham, Pantalone, Scaramouche, Rex Lapis

Haikyuu!!: Daichi Sawamura, Eita Semi, Hajime Iwaizumi, Takanobu Aone, Yūji Terushima, Wakatoshi Ushijima

Honkai Star Rail: Villain! Sunday

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: N/A

I’m Not That Kind of Talent: Eduardo Deserte

Jujutsu Kaisen: Naoya Zen’in, Ryōmen Sukuna

Kill The Hero: Park Yong-Wan

Love and Deepspace: N/A

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Xavier

MONSTER: N/A

Naruto Shippuden: Kakuzu

One Punch Man: Watchdog Man

Reverend Insanity: N/A

TOUCHSTARVED: Vere

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Ink! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Underfell! Papyrus, Undertale! Chara

Wuthering Waves: Geshu Lin

Your Throne: N/A

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