㉇ . 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋 (平行世界が衝突する！)
皇帝にひれ伏す ；🕷️ ✶. まだ恋をして.✹
666-god-divinity 🕸️ worlds realign.
in another world, twisted and burning under a different sky, the phantom troupe was reborn-same names, same bloodlust, but every one of them flipped. me...
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虚拟主播, 收藏到 CHAPTER 004. iv. DOOMED ♱. ( 🈡 ) 📿 深配の
"OH, my wicked claudia," hysoka purred, her voice soaked in honeyed sin as she drifted forward like temptation incarnate. her heels clicked softly on blood-warmed marble, hips swaying with serpentine grace. "what desire can this lowly jester fulfill for her sovereign tonight?"
claudia turned slowly, her eyes meeting the glint in hysoka's. a rush shot through her chest like the snap of silk being torn—familiar, unwelcome, and unbearably delicious. there she was again. hysoka. a storm dressed in charm, her smile too knowing, her scent too rich, her presence too close. in the dim light of the desecrated mansion, it felt like they stood alone—two monsters cloaked in elegance, bound by loyalty and something far darker than affection.
hysoka tilted her head, crimson tongue running briefly across her lip. "may i beg a kiss, my queen?" she asked, her voice a twisted hymn—innocent in word, obscene in undertone.
claudia let a shadow of a smile flicker across her face, a bitter amusement curling her lips. "ah, my sweet hysoka," she murmured, voice laced with amusement and command, "your tricks may enchant the rest of the world, but i am not so easily swayed."
and yet, hysoka's grin only widened—bold, brazen, insufferably devoted. she leaned in closer, the scent of blood and perfume thick in the air. "then perhaps," she whispered, "you could come warm my bed instead. no strings. just two monsters in the dark."
claudia's breath caught—but only for a second. she was no fool. she had danced on knife edges longer than most lived. still, something in hysoka's eyes unsettled her—like a prayer whispered to a god that doesn't listen, but answers anyway.
"you and i both know such indulgence would only invite ruin," she answered, voice low, steady. and yet there was that quiver in her gut. that sick, holy tremor she dared not name.
hysoka laughed softly, a sound like breaking glass and falling silk. "and wouldn't ruin be beautiful? just once?" her words slithered in the air between them. "you and i—colliding, bleeding, unraveling. a single night. no tomorrows. say the word."
