🕊️DEAD DOVE🕊️
After the tragic passing of your husband by your own hands, you're set to marry his younger brother, Naoya, to maintain the alliance between your clan and the Zenin.
Under the facade of lending your family's influence in exchange fo...
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The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through the crowded club as Naoya continued his mission to keep the drinks flowing for you. The atmosphere was a kaleidoscope of neon lights, rhythmic thumps, and swirling bodies. Naoya, still under the influence of the alcohol and drugs coursing through his system, couldn't help but feel a strange sense of euphoria as he watched you allow yourself to succumb to the effects of the alcohol. As the night progressed, you found yourself becoming more and more intoxicated, your usual composed demeanor replaced by laughter and surprisingly bubbly personality.
Naoya, unable to hide his amusement, smirked as he observed the transformation in you. "You know, for someone who claimed they couldn't get drunk, you seem to be having a pretty good time," he remarked, passing you another drink with a teasing glint in his eyes. His smirk was royally devious as he handed you another drink.
You giggled, swaying slightly on your stool as you took it from him. "Maybe I've been missing out on the fun all this time." You clinked your glass with Naoya, taking a deep sip with a mischievous grin.
Naoya chuckled, the tension between you momentarily forgotten. "Who would've thought 'the great' Kamo Y/N could actually enjoy herself at a place like this?"
You leaned in, lowering your voice conspiratorially, "don't tell anyone. It's a secret between us, Naoya." You winked, emphasizing the absurdity of the situation. Considering Naoya's behavior, it wasn't like anyone would believe you anyways.
The banter continued, each exchange more lighthearted than the last. Naoya found himself drawn into the unexpected camaraderie, a strange sense of enjoyment building between the two of you. The usual animosity that defined your relationship seemed to dissipate in the haze of the club.
At one point, fueled by the liquid courage coursing through your veins, you grabbed Naoya's hand with a playful grin. "Enough sitting around. Let's dance!"
Naoya raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised by your suggestion. He followed you onto the dance floor, the crowd pulsating around you as the music enveloped you both. Your usually stoic demeanor gave way to carefree laughter as you twirled and swayed to the rhythm. It was innocent, as if you and Naoya had been two friends actually enjoying one another's company. But it didn't take long for the pulsating beat of the music to synchronize with the rising heat between the two of you on the dance floor. The neon lights flickered, casting sensual shadows that played on the contours of your entwined bodies. The scent of arousal lingered in the air, a heady mixture of desire and the lingering trace of alcohol. Naoya's hands, once casually placed on your waist as you pressed your back against his chest, now gripped with a possessive intensity. His fingers left an indelible mark on your skin as he gripped you tightly. Your own hands gently held his wrists, the alcohol actually having a full effect on your decision-making. The dance had evolved. Your hips moved in a seductive rhythm against his body, a silent invitation met with a response from Naoya that spoke of smoldering desires. The line between desire and rivalry blurred, and you found yourself surrendering.
