𝓶𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
❝I can teach you more than you think, (Y/N). Do you want me to show you? ❞
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(y/n) is a seamstress who's lived in her own bubble for a long time. she keeps to herself but still manages to develop a crush on one of her cli...
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【 🅼🅸🅽🅴】 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮
Kibutsuji was fed up.
He had heard words that had angered him to his very core. They resonated through his ears, they caused his features to darken, his mood to plummet.
She wanted to use him?
Him of all creatures?
He had never imagined the woman he was arranged to marry would have such nerve. The demon king waited silently for her to speak. When she didn't, he did.
"You don't love me," he deadpanned, his red eyes cold as he saw through her angel-like actions, "You love what I have. My possessions, my money, they'll never be yours."
His fiancé frowned. He was right, he appealed to her because of his status but she wouldn't give up without a fight.
"I do love you."
...
The room was silent. The two sat alone in an expensive traditional-style room. The wooden floors creaked at the sound of the woman shifting her weight.
"I'm not lying. I really do love you Tsukihiko-,"
"You disgust me. I'm calling off the engagement."
Her eyes widened at the sudden statement.
"At least try to reconside-"
"Shut up."
Kibutsuji gave her a glare worse than death itself. It caused her to shut up at once. Her lips quivered in utter despair, but instead of backing off she began to get angry.
She was about to say something blatantly ignorant when she stopped herself.
Kibitsuji was giving her a look.
His eyes stared daggers into hers. She could feel the prickling sensation in her breathing as her body hesitated.
The look he was giving her was as if he was daring her to speak and in a strange way, or on sheer instinct, her body forced her to stop midway. She could see her life flash before her eyes, finally realizing the slight psycho in his eyes she could never quite catch before this moment.
Acknowledging the threatening aura he was giving off, she slowly backed down.
"Tsukihiko I-,"
"Get out."
"I will do no such thing."
"Get out before I drag you out."
She bit her lip.
She gave a profound 'hmph' before she made her way onto her feet trying to keep an elegant aura as she walked out of the room silently.
Kibutsuji sat alone for a second.
The room was quiet.
He was quiet.
Just like that, he had lost the woman he had been mentoring for the last five years.
He frowned.
His plans of having a practical, non-annoying human wife had just went out the window. His efforts were all wasted.
All the fake being nice, all the exceptions of unwanted touches, all the times she called his annoying fake name; it was all for nothing.
At the very least, he would have his revenge. It was not surprising to him that humans could be so deceitful.
"I don't like him. I'm just using him."
She had laughed so sweetly.
"I'm going to leave him once he has nothing left."
It wasn't her words that bothered him; he didn't care much about her motives, shallow motives meant nothing to him, it was the way in which she executed them that pissed him off.
For wasting his time, she was going to get her full share of what was coming to her.
He had ordered Douma to kill her.
"I want you to consume all the blood out of her. Don't neglect a single drop."
Karma would cure his annoyance.
Still, that didn't mean that this entire thing was a waste of time, no, he had met a woman who seemed like a much worthier candidate through his ex-fiancé's connections. He had met a competent seamstress, her name was (Y/N). She was the maker of his new suits.
(Y/N).
He had met you.
Who was (Y/N)?
She was a human with the sweetest blood he had ever smelt. It was a sugary addictive scent, the type that caused his fists to clench and his eyes to linger. It was why he had been interested in her in the first place. He had thought of her nothing more than a meal but then changed his mind when he decided she carried skillsets that were useful to him.
Kibutsuji liked suits and (Y/N) made suits.
She was an organized person, she never failed his deadlines, and although she was more on the timid side she seemed more than suited for her job.
The shop she owned was a small one and she had grown it over the years.
(Y/N) seemed impressive in every way.
Kibutsuji desired the best for himself, and (Y/N) seemed like the next best thing.
He had to have her.
His ego complex would not allow for anything less.
It seemed he would have to pay (Y/N) a visit soon.
