𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ✧ 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✧

It starts with the scent of incense—thick and cloying, a hypnotic lull of spice and warmth that slides into your lungs, suffocating and intoxicating all at once. The Dreamscape has always felt surreal, a place between wakefulness and delirium, and yet never has it felt so… wrong.

You shudder, a strange heat crawling under your skin as if the very air is laced with something forbidden. Your head feels light. Thoughts flicker, blurry and distant. You try to move, but your body betrays you—sluggish, pliant. The silk sheets beneath you ripple as you shift, but your limbs do not respond as they should.

“Shh,” he whispers, a voice steeped in honeyed malice. “Don’t fight it.”

Sunday looms over you, his golden halo gleaming behind him, casting eerie shadows that dance along his sharp features. His silver hair falls like liquid moonlight over his shoulders, his golden eyes—so kind in the daylight—now darkened with something far more dangerous. Something ravenous.

“You looked so lost in your dreams,” he muses, gloved fingers brushing over your cheek with a mockery of tenderness. “I couldn’t bear to wake you. So fragile, so soft… like a song unfinished. But don’t worry—I’ll compose the ending.”

His hand drags down, slow and deliberate. The gloved palm caresses your throat, lingers at your collarbone, then traces lower, down the trembling plane of your stomach. A whimper builds in your throat, but it never leaves your lips—because the moment you try to protest, he silences you.

His kiss is suffocating, overwhelming—his tongue pries past your lips, tasting, stealing. His free hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back, forcing you to yield. It’s not a kiss meant for pleasure. It’s a violation, a branding, a cruel declaration of ownership.

“You always make such a fuss,” he murmurs, lips ghosting against your parted mouth. “But you know, deep down, that this is where you belong. Beneath me. Under me. Helpless in my hands.”

Your body shudders as he spreads your legs, forcing you open with a casual ease that betrays how many times he’s imagined this—plotted, waited, relished the moment he’d finally ruin you. He tuts as you weakly try to turn away, his grip tightening, punishing.

“No need for such pretense,” he coos, his fingers sliding into your heat, spreading slickness along your folds. “Your body already knows me. Even if your mind resists, even if you tell yourself this is wrong… you can’t lie to me.”

Tears burn at the corners of your eyes as his fingers push deeper, curling, stretching. The sensation is unbearable, sickeningly sweet, a torment crafted by his cruel mercy. He studies your reactions with something close to reverence, watching every tremble, every unwilling gasp.

And then—

He sheaths himself inside you in a single brutal thrust, swallowing your sob as he buries himself to the hilt.

The Dreamscape has always felt surreal, a place between wakefulness and delirium.

And now, it is your nightmare, given flesh and form.

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