~Doll~
I gaze at the hand draped over the shoulder of Gav, my Doll Master.
A shiver crawls down my spine, mingling with the bitter taste of hurt that coils within me, slowly morphing into a seething anger.
Since the day I first laid eyes on her at the university, I've harbored just one fervent desire: to be her doll. To be possessed by her, consumed by her, but she remains oblivious to my longing.
Her gaze, a beacon of affection, is reserved solely for the man by her side. Yet, I am the one who should hold her attention, I am her doll, not him. I should be the one basking in her adoration.
But it's alright, I console myself, for soon, my Master will notice me too. She will regard me with the same intensity, the same fervor she bestows upon him.
She is the Doll Master, and I, her Doll.
Yet, beneath this facade of compliance, a tempest of mystery swirls, veiling the true depths of my obsession and the lengths I would go to capture her attention.
His face leans in for a kiss, hovering over my master's mouth, and my blood ignites with a fiery intensity. Steam billows from within me, a manifestation of the boiling rage that threatens to consume my senses.
In that charged moment, a primal urge surges through me, compelling me to pull the trigger and shatter the illusion of their intimacy. But just as my finger tightens around the trigger, my master's piercing gaze locks onto mine.
Oh, shit!
I retreat into the shadows, seeking refuge behind the bushes, desperate to evade his penetrating stare. Yet, despite my efforts to conceal myself, I feel the weight of his scrutiny like lasers burning into the back of my neck.
A storm of emotions churns within me, a tangled web of conflicting sentiments.
Happiness, because she acknowledged my presence.
Sadness, because her gaze pierced through me like a blade.
Anger, because I almost jeopardized everything, caught in the throes of my obsession.
Anger, because she is aware that my desires lie not with him, but with her.
Anger, because time slips through my fingers like sand, leaving me with scant moments to fulfill my desires.
Anger so much fucking anger.
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God of Temptation
RomanceRemington "His Lordship" Astor, the light-hearted and easygoing lord. The basketball god and the charming prince of REU, with girls all over drooling over him. The sunshine of his friends' group, always being in the limelight. He will be seen...
