♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,268
He watches you from across the table, elbows resting on weathered wood, one hand curled lazily around a chipped wine glass filled with something too dark to be vintage. This isn’t a date. He’d never call it that. Not aloud. Not to you. You’re not his girlfriend, and he’s not your lover. Just a man who saved your life more times than he can count and took far more from it than he ever gave back.
You fidget across from him, that quiet, contained anxiety burning in your chest like it always does when he drags you to another ruin-turned-pub at the edge of the map. The townsfolk give you a wide berth. You never know if it’s because of him or you. He does. It’s him.
He can’t stand the way you look tonight. Not because you’re dressed any differently—no, you’re always modest, always clean, always untouchably you. It’s the way others look at you. The way the bartender smiled too long when pouring your drink. The way that idiot mercenary brushed your hand when delivering your plate, like you wouldn’t even notice.
He noticed.
You didn’t.
You never fucking notice.
“You like this place?” he asks suddenly, his voice low, guttural. Rough as sandpaper against your calm.
You nod, soft. “It’s… quiet.”
He leans in, his smirk knife-sharp. “Is that a yes? You like it when people stare at you like that?”
You flinch. “What? No. I wasn’t—”
“No? Could’ve fooled me, sweetheart. Lookin’ around like some spoiled little princess just waitin’ for a knight to bend the fuckin’ knee.”
You shrink. You always shrink. It thrills him. It terrifies him.
Because you’re not supposed to be here. He never wanted company. He especially never wanted you. But you’re kind. Kind enough to speak softly to him even when his hands left bruises. Kind enough to look at him like he’s worth saving when even God turned His back.
Kind enough to smile, even now.
Fucking whore.
His hand snaps around your wrist before you can even reach for the glass. You gasp, startled.
“Don’t give me that look. You know exactly what you’re doing.”
Your eyes widen. “I’m not doing anything. I didn’t even talk to them.”
He laughs. Cold. Detached. Dangerous. “You think you need words? You walk in, you breathe, and every man in this shithole would sell their mother just to taste you.”
“That’s not my fault.”
His hand tightens. “No, but you sure as fuck know what you’re doing. Smiling. Being sweet. Playing innocent. It gets you what you want, doesn’t it?”
You don’t answer. You can’t.
He pulls you across the table with one hand, ignoring the scrape of plates and the wine that spills down your sleeve. You’re bent forward now, his breath against your ear.
“You wanna act like a stuck-up little Saintess? Fine. But don’t pretend you’re not a whore when you like the attention.”
You feel the heat in your face—shame, confusion, something else—but you don’t speak. You know better. He likes you quiet. He likes you obedient.
“I should drag you outside. Let everyone see what you really are underneath all that virtue. You think they’d still treat you like a princess if they knew how easily you fold when I touch you?”
He watches you twitch, the way your thighs press together under the table. Yeah. That.
You hate him. You should hate him. But you don’t. Not enough. Not yet.
He releases your wrist. You fall back into your seat like a discarded toy. He gestures to the barkeep, who no longer meets his eyes.
“She’s done. Bring the check.”
The ride back is silent.
You walk five paces behind him. Always do. He never asks you to. You just do.
When you get to the old inn he commandeered for the night, he doesn’t bother to hold the door. He knows you’ll follow. You always do.
He throws his weapons onto the dresser. Doesn’t look at you as he strips off the longcoat, unbuckles the heavy leather armor that smells like sweat and ash and iron. You stand there, in the middle of the room, like a lost lamb waiting for the axe.
He finally turns to you. The candlelight dances off the edge of his jaw, the scar that runs from his lip to his temple. He’s disgustingly handsome, and worse, he knows it.
“Take it off.”
Your breath catches. You hesitate.
He steps forward. One. Two. Slow.
His fingers curl under your chin, tilting it up until your eyes meet his. “You wanna be good, right? You always try so hard.”
You nod. Swallow. He smiles like a wolf. “Then be good. Be obedient. Strip.”
You do. Shaking fingers fumble with buttons, fabric sliding to the floor like the last vestiges of dignity. He watches you like prey. That silent, burning stare that sees too much. That consumes.
“Look at you,” he breathes. “You wear all that armor of virtue and holiness like it means something. Like you’re not begging to be ruined the second someone notices.”
You shiver. He steps closer, one hand brushing the slope of your collarbone. Not gentle. Never gentle.
“You play innocent, but your body doesn’t lie. You clench when I speak to you. You shudder when I look at you. You think that makes you pure?”
He laughs again. That awful, empty sound.
“No. It makes you mine.”
You open your mouth to protest. He shoves you back against the wall.
“Shut up. You’re not here to talk. You’re here to serve. You forget that?”
Your breath hitches as his hand closes around your throat. Not tight. Just a reminder. Of who holds you. Who owns you.
“You’re the Saintess, right? Little paragon of light? You think you’re too good for this world? You think I don’t see how you look at me when you think I’m not watching?”
You shake your head. He laughs.
“Liar.”
He drags you to the bed like you’re nothing, like you weigh less than a thought. He throws you down, looms over you like an executioner, like something ancient and wrong.
His hands roam, cruel and precise. He takes. He marks.
“You don’t get to look at anyone else. You don’t get to smile at them. You don’t get to breathe around them. You belong to me.”
You try to turn your face. He grabs your jaw.
“Spoiled little bitch. I should brand you. Make sure every fuckin’ soul in this world knows you’re mine.”
The belt comes off with a hiss.
He doesn’t stop. Not when you cry. Not when you beg. Not when you moan, shameful and broken. Not when your body betrays you again and again.
He whispers things in your ear while he uses you. Things you shouldn’t hear. Things he shouldn’t say.
How beautiful you are.
How no one else can have you.
How he wants to kill everyone who ever looked at you.
How he hates that he feels anything at all.
When he’s finished, you’re shaking, raw and ruined.
He drapes his coat over your shoulders like that makes it better. Like that makes it okay.
He sits beside you, cigarette in his mouth, staring at the floor like it insulted him.
“You’re the only good thing left in this world,” he says quietly. “And I’m gonna keep you good. Even if I have to fuck the rest of the light out of you to do it.”
You don’t answer.
He doesn’t need you to.
He already knows.
You’re his.
And he’ll kill you before he lets anyone else believe otherwise.
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