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In the vast realm of Eldoria, a kingdom blessed by the radiance of prosperity, stood a figure who ha...
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Eien's eyes widened as the pieces of the puzzle clicked together in his mind. He stepped closer to Kin, his breath quickening with a mixture of fear and realization. "Are you...?" he began, his voice trembling. "No, it can't be. Who are you? Tell me now!"
Kin's smile widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he slowly reached out. With a deliberate, almost tender motion, he tucked a stray lock of Eien's hair behind his ear. The intimate gesture sent a shiver down the hero's spine, freezing him in place. Leaning in close, Kin's lips brushed against Eien's ear as he whispered, his voice a sultry murmur.
"You crawled into bed with someone whose name you don't even know? How naughty of you, Hero."
Eien's breath hitched, the words sinking in like a dagger. The realization was now undeniable, the truth glaringly clear in Kin's eyes, the eyes he had seen countless times behind a villain's mask. The air between them crackled with tension, a dangerous dance of emotions swirling in the small kitchen.
Kin pulled back slightly, watching the myriad of emotions play across Eien's face with a blend of amusement and satisfaction. Eien's mind raced, hatred and attraction, blurred in a haze of conflicting feelings.
"Why?" Eien managed to choke out, his voice raw with a mix of anger and confusion. "Why reveal yourself now?"
Kin smirked, his eyes remained their sharp, Sultry look. "Because, dear Hero, some truths are more fun when discovered up close and personal," he replied, his tone dripping with dark amusement. "Besides, isn't it more thrilling? to play this game when you know who you're truly up against?"
Eien's fists clenched at his sides, Taking a deep breath, Eien steadied himself, fixing Kin with a steely gaze. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice firm and unwavering, cutting through the tension like a blade.
Kin's smile widened, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. He leaned back slightly, his demeanor exuding a mix of confidence and amusement. "I want power," he replied smoothly, each word deliberate and charged with intent. "And you can give me that."
Eien's brow furrowed, confusion mingling with his anger. "Power?. and you think ill just hand it to you?"
Kin chuckled softly, "No, but if i ruin you enough.." He held Eien's chin "Well we wouldn't want your pretty face getting harmed wouldn't we?"
Kin chuckled softly, the sound low and menacing, as he stepped even closer to Eien. "No, but if I ruin you enough..." His hand reached out, gently gripping Eien's chin, forcing the hero to meet his gaze. "Well, we wouldn't want your pretty face getting harmed, would we?"
Eien's eyes darted around the room, searching desperately for any sign of an exit or a key, but his efforts were in vain. The room offered no obvious means of escape other than the door behind Kin, which seemed an insurmountable barrier with the villain standing guard. His legs ached, Last night was a memory jumbled in pieces.
"May I go?" Eien asked, his voice strained but polite. He hoped that by maintaining a semblance of civility, he might find a way to escape without any trouble.
Kin's grip on Eien's chin tightened slightly, his smirk widening. "Oh, Dear," he purred, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. "What's the fun in letting you go so easily?."
Eien swallowed hard, trying to mask his growing anxiety. "Please," he insisted, forcing a calm he didn't feel. "I'm tired please... Just let me leave, I'll come back.. so don't worry!"
with a subtle sigh that hinted at hidden amusement, Kin released his grip on Eien's chin and took a step back. The tension in the room eased slightly as the villain spoke, his voice laced with a darkly playful tone.
"Call me something," Kin commanded, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then you may go. If you won't, then you'll be here for some time."
Eien's heart sank at the ultimatum, his mind racing as he weighed his options.
"Say 'Yes, Sir,'" Kin instructed, his smirk widening with satisfaction. Eien's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he grappled with the internal conflict raging within him. That name, a reminder of the villain he had somehow lost to while drunk. Saying that would hurt his pride.
But in the end, the desire to escape outweighed his reservations. With a heavy heart and a sense of defeat, Eien swallowed his pride and uttered the words Kin demanded, his voice tinged with embarrassment.
"Y-yes, Sir," he replied, his words a reluctant acknowledgment of his captor's authority. As the words left his lips, Eien couldn't shake the feeling of shame that washed over him. But with Kin's amused smirk as the only response, he knew that, for now, compliance was the only path to getting out.
He then turned and made his way to the door, his steps measured and steady despite the soreness in his legs. He reached for the handle, half-expecting Kin to stop him at the last moment, but the villain merely watched with that infuriating smirk.
As the door closed behind him, Eien felt a surge of determination. He had to find a way to outmaneuver Kin, to protect the kingdom from whatever sinister plans the villain had in store. But first, he needed to regroup and recover.
As the heavy wooden door closed behind him with a final thud, Eien felt a surge of determination coursing through his veins. He knew he had to find a way to outmaneuver Kin, to thwart whatever sinister plans the villain had in store and protect the kingdom from harm. But before he could confront his adversary, he needed to regroup and recover from the ordeal he had just endured.
Stepping out into the crisp morning air, Eien took a moment to orient himself. The familiar sights and sounds of Eldoria's forest greeted him, stirring memories of past hunts and adventures. With a sense of grim resolve, he set off, navigating the winding paths with practiced ease until he emerged from the dense foliage and into the outskirts of the city.
As he made his way through the bustling streets, Eien couldn't shake the nagging sense of unease that lingered in the back of his mind. Something wasn't right – he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. And then, as he reached his house and fumbled for his keys, he realized why.
Glancing down at himself, Eien's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the unfamiliar clothes adorning his frame. A slightly larger-sized white collared silk shirt and a pair of shorts – attire that was distinctly not his own. Confusion gnawed at him as he struggled to piece together the events of the previous night.
"W-what the hell happened last night?" Eien wondered aloud, his voice barely above a whisper. The memories were hazy, fragmented, like pieces of a puzzle scattered in his mind. But one thing was certain – he needed to uncover the truth behind his mysterious encounter with Kin and ensure that the kingdom remained safe from harm.
Eien stepped into his home, the weight of exhaustion settling heavily upon his shoulders. With each weary step, he made his way to the comfort of his bed, craving the solace of sleep to ease the turmoil that churned within him.
Collapsing onto the soft mattress, Eien succumbed to the embrace of darkness, his body weary from the trials of the day. As sleep claimed him
