─────── l'obsession // e. vasilios
‣ he is known to be cold, calculating, a man who cares nothing for love even. but there's a hidden secret that he hides from everyone else. one so scandalous that everyone would be against it...but when did he care...
‣ first era. the devil's wishes. ‣ cw: eros being a stalker.
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It was long past known that the Vasilios empire was one of the most ruthless to ever be mentioned in the history of this world. Due to this there are a lot of very incompetent empires barely proving their worth to such an empire.
But, what's more interesting for the empires were the rivalry between the Vasilios and [Empire Name]. Because of the other empire's competent attitude towards the Vasilios, it became known that the two empires could barely fathom getting alone with one another. Alliances had been forged, these were either broken or bent by one of the two parties. It came to a point that it started hatred and long lasting war between both empires.
When a fight broke out or a raid was sent, F/N made sure to take his family to safety. Scattering them across the land to ensure that at least one would make it out alive if ever the others were found during the war's battles.
The youngest of the family was the F/N's beloved Name. She barely even knew of such a fight because of her father's protective behavior. To her those journeys to scatter were simple vacation plans made by her father last minute, but of course as she grew older this excuse started getting old on her.
Her father had hoped that it'd last until she grew old enough, but it seemed that wasn't the case since by the age of 18, the cat finally came out of the bag. Name was quite disappointed that he did not find it fit to tell her of their struggles to hold peace in this empire. As far as she was aware a simple answer to the question on why as a child was enough for her to understand, but she did not bring this up for her father's palate was already full enough.
With a wave of goodbye she was sent off once more to the never changing destination of a cottage in the woods. This was the place her father sent her to live off a few days when the war's effects came strong. Here she lived with a few maids handpicked by the members of her family who had always troubled each other with their choices.
"This place looks wondrous!" A maid giggled with delight as she looked around the beautiful cottage filled with plants and herbs. It was perfectly camouflaged to befit safety for Name and her servants. The structure loomed deep inside a dome of plants structured to hide such a place.
Name nods at the maids' excited chattering. This gave her great comfort. Normally, her maids changed depending on the severity of the war. Most times her maids rarely chatted on and on like this. They usually kept quiet and held their peace unless their mistress asked that they entertain her.
Easing herself to the comfort of a windowsill, perfect for climbing she moved herself onto the roof of the house. Slowly, but surely reaching nooks and climbing onto whatever would hold her weight. Most times she made sure to keep silent doing this because of the fear that the maids would go around telling her father.
Looking around the roof tiles, she saw, with much delight, a paper envelope peeking through one of them. So he had responded. Crouching down, she sat on the roof , back pressed onto the chimney and opened the envelope.
These letters had started coming years back when she had first come to this place. They held great comfort and the person who wrote them knew how to make her feel great enjoyment for this place. Though this person was seemingly unknown to her, she had always thought it was written and placed here by her older brother who treasured his sister's feelings most of all.
Reading through the letter's contents she found herself smiling with joy. Folding the paper carefully, she stood up and made her way back down the roof to her bedroom window where she pretended to lay on the bed just as a maid went in.
Far away, lips smiled with delight. So she had finally come back. A relief. The male thought, jumping off the branch of a tree. Perhaps this time, he could finally take a closer eye on this beauty.
The day drones on quickly and the moon had finally shown. The last light was blown out of the quiet cottage. Now he would make his move.
Moving quietly to ensure no sound was made that'd rouse suspicion, he lifted himself onto the bedroom window. There laid his beautiful Name. His lips curled into a smirk as he sat down softly onto the mattress. Making sure his impact was light enough to let the female sleep on. A thumb caressed the female's lips. So soft.. He thought as he leaned closer to the girl. It wouldn't hurt to kiss her while asleep now would it? Leaning closer, he pressed his lips on her own. Pulling away seconds later, he felt overjoyed with the feeling.
Her first kiss was his now! This was better than he had imagined.
Quite pleased with himself, a bubbling laughter nearly came out of him. Making sure to catch himself, his hand clapped onto his mouth. That was close. He had to be careful. It was far too early for her to meet him.
Rummaging through the things she had brought for the stay, he found a few papers. Much to his delight, it seemed she kept most of his letters, no not most, all of them it seemed. A caught smile came to his lips as he looked through her things. The smile slowly curled into a malicious smirk when he saw a letter that read about a death between some old male friends of hers. It seemed she had written a letter, but never sent it. Perhaps due to hesitation or embarrassment? It did not matter to him if she mourned for those bastards. After all he was the cause of their death.
They lingered with his beloved too much. To the point it drive him mad. He had made a simple offer. To break the female's heart and lose their friendship or lose their life. The idiots chose the latter, thinking they could fight him and received a gruesome death much to his amusement to say the least.
He enjoyed the looks on the males' faces when they realized who he was. They had dared choose fighting him, their death was merely their own fault. A sneer escaped from him at the thought. He truly 'hoped' the next ones would be wiser than the rest though there was doubt to laid in them.
Looking back at the female who continued sleeping on without a sense that she was in the presence of the person whom she found comfort in, he was two minded on this particular situation. Waking her up and finally revealing his appearance to her was a must, but so was keeping hidden in case her father accidentally captured him. As he paced back and forth unsure of his decision he finally snapped to reality. He'd choose the latter.
Easing himself out of the window slowly, he crept out quietly.
Another time would be best for such a meeting. He hoped by time they finally met, she'd be glad to accept him. If not well... There were more drastic measures to be used.
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