🕊️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...
Lavender roses represent wonder, enchantment, splendor, and mystery.
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The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through your every nerve as you roamed the crowded dance floor, lost in the intoxication of cocaine and alcohol. The initial euphoria began to fade, replaced by a growing craving. Driven by a childlike impulsivity brought on by the substances coursing through you, you staggered through the undulating mass of bodies, searching for Naoya.
In the dimly lit corners, you found him, entwined with another woman in a provocative dance. As you approached, you watched in disgust as Naoya's hands roamed greedily over the woman's body, his touch possessive and commanding. It wasn't anything you hadn't seen out of him before, but it still made you shiver.
He pulled her flush against him, grinding his hips with a predatory rhythm that left no doubt about his intentions. His lips crashed against hers with a ferocity that bordered on violence, his tongue plunging into her mouth aggressively. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging mercilessly at the strands as he ravaged her with a hunger that displayed desperation. The woman, lost in a haze of desire, melted against him, her moans swallowed by the pulsating music that surrounded you.
When you finally finished closing the distance, you hesitated for a moment, taking in the surreal scene before you. Naoya, lost in passion, barely acknowledged your presence. Desperation fueled your actions as you tugged on Naoya's sleeve, determined to capture his attention. His lips reluctantly parted from the other woman's with a groan, his eyes meeting yours in a hazy blend of intoxication.
"What the fuck do you want?" He spat, irritation lacing his voice as his gaze shifted between you and the woman he held so intimately.
"More," you pleaded, your words slurring with the lingering effects of the mixed substances, your eyes holding a mix of desperation and longing.
Naoya's eyes narrowed in response. "Can't you see I'm busy?" He scoffed, his grip on the other woman tightening possessively.
Undeterred, you persisted, tugging at his shirt still with a childlike insistence. "Please," you whispered, your words barely audible above the pounding music.
With an exasperated sigh, Naoya reluctantly withdrew from the other woman's embrace, fumbling with the baggie. He pressed the powder against your gums with impatience bordering on cruelty, tossing you the bag as if it were trivial object. "Take it and go entertain yourself," he muttered dismissively, already turning his attention back to the woman he had momentarily abandoned, her name he couldn't be bothered with remembering.
As you retreated into the depths of the pulsating crowd, your eyes briefly lingered on Naoya's figure. Meanwhile, his mind remained clouded with thoughts of you, his desire warring with his frustration at your absence. The woman in his arms nothing more than a means to an end, a temporary distraction from the ache of longing that consumed him. With a low, guttural groan, he leaned in close to the woman's ear, his voice a harsh command as he issued his invitation. "Bathroom," He murmured, his words laced with primal urgency.
