𝙎𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚 | 𝒜𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

14 | 𝑀𝒴 𝑀𝒰𝒮𝐸

"I once begged someone to love me the way I loved them, and it is the most pathetic thing I've ever done."

[Y/n] sat in her room with a sort of blank look on her face. Letting her fingers brush against her porcelain lips, she contemplated as the skies reached their darkest shade of red.

'What exactly was that?' She internally screamed while gripping the sheets beneath her. The scene kept replaying in her mind, his low yet captivating eyes, his hot breath that smelled of cinnamon and coffee on her neck, the strange feeling of wanting more to happen.

Initially, she wanted him in the place of a little puppet she could play with. But somehow she had got caught up in her own strings.

Quickly shaking her head, she tussled her hair before reaching into her pockets and fetching her phone.

[Y/n] was never one for feelings. A doll simply wasn't capable for any. So who would be her advisor?

Nilo.

"[N/n]!!!" A booming voice could be heard on the speaker, which she was already accustomed to. She looked at the screen, seeing the imp with a panicked expression and various beams and lights shooting behind him as well as the noise of boosted bass.

"Are you at a rave?" She scrunched her nose while bringing the screen closer to her face.

"Uhm! Nope!" He quickly yelled as he shoved his way through the crowd. A couple of hellhounds, imps, and hellborns cursed at him as he was stomping through, but he didn't care. [Y/n] softly sighed while patiently waiting for him to leave the scene, hearing all the commotion behind him in amusement.

Outside of the warehouse where the rave took place, Nilo stepped into the streets of the Lust Ring. The cool air brushing through his locks, and the sweat from dancing made a chill run down his spine.