Vegaspete Oneshort

crown of obsession..

The night was heavy with the scent of jasmine     and roses, a cruel mixture that clung to Pete’s skin like an omen.

The battlefield had ended days ago, but his soul still carried the screams. He was a general, a soldier, a man of war—yet before him, before the king who once was just a prince in tiny robe , Pete w

as nothing but a prisoner.
“Say it,” Vegas’s voice was low, velvet stretched over knives. His hand cupped Pete’s jaw, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise. “Say the word, phi Pete… say you’re mine.”

Pete clenched his teeth. The young general inside him roared for dignity, for pride, for freedom. But the man in front of him—the king now draped in gold, crowned in obsession—looked at him not as a subject, not as a soldier… but as something more dangerous. A possession. Just like years ago...

“You hate me,” Pete forced out, his breath ragged. “You always did. You despised me when the war made me shine brighter than your crown.” His voice trembled, not from fear, but from the ache of the truth. “Why now? Didn't you forget me”

Vegas leaned closer, lips brushing Pete’s ear, breath searing against his skin. “Because every time they praised you, every time they raised your name higher than mine, I burned. I wanted to kill you… this what you want to listen?? No never..i could never be jealous of you... I wanted to worship you. Want you to be your side..as your husband.. I want to have right more than anyone to hold you..” His hand slid down Pete’s throat, over his pounding pulse. “Do you know how twisted that is, P’Pete? I didn’t just love you. I wanted you. Obsessively. Entirely.”

Pete’s chest tightened. His fists trembled at his sides, not from the threat of violence—but because part of him… felt it. The pull. The forbidden fire that even war couldn’t extinguish.

“Say it,” Vegas demanded again, eyes wild, voice breaking between desperation and command. “Say you’re mine, and I’ll stop this war between us. Say it, and I’ll give you the world.”

Pete’s lips parted, but the word caught like a blade in his throat. He should refuse. He should fight. He should kill this man who had forced chains of marriage upon him.
Yet when he looked into Vegas’s eyes—mad, broken, shining with a love that was more curse than gift—Pete’s resolve cracked. His body betrayed him, leaning into the hand that had once dragged him into a cage.
The battlefield had ended, but the war between them had just begun.

....... If you thinking what the fuck is this?? Then know this a glimpse of a story that I made in my death bed.. ( joking but when I was making it I feel like dying..)

So I am going to write it a big ass story...

And sorry for the other story.. I couldn't write anything from behind cause I feel nauseous whenever I am trying to write something familiar....

Yes I am sick.. What sickness I got cold fever and couldn't eat anything cause I will vomit.... Couldn't sit for days.. My head always dizzy....

And why I didn't write I took a job.. A college professor.. How I became?? No idea.... But my sickness maybe make me unemployed...

And yeah it's kind of rouge for me.. Cause I have a exam in one month.. I didn't even buy book... My bestie is getting a divorce...

She is one of the most beautiful and cool person I know.... I have 3 best friend and a kidoo... They all treat me like treasure.. I will tell about them in another day..

This woman make me feel always beautiful.. She has the power to call herself beautiful without putting me down.. She actually love me like my mother.. Let's call her r.....When another best friend remind me about my father.. Let's call her a...And another one is like my best friend..let's call her s...
This one is from the childhood...

So r always listen to my yapping about Korean man.. She doesn't even know kpop.... But listen....

She is lost.. Even though she is acting nonchalant.. ( she always say she is beautiful now when I say she is beautiful she doubt it..) So honestly it's a lot to take it....

So forgive me..