''M-Mom! I don't need the talk again. We're not doing any of that!'' Of course, the tall male beside you, resisted rolling his eyes at your mother's behavior. Not yet anyways. ''Y/N, I saw the marks on your neck this morning. I'm simply giving you BOTH a warning.'' You sigh. ''...I understand.''
Slumping down against your bed, staring up at the ceiling while Atem leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. ''Your mother can be too worrisome.'' ''She's only looking out for me.'' his eyes snapped upward. ''By smothering you? What display of parental worry.'' You could only groan in embarrassment.
How did this happen you may ask?
*Flashback*
His blood was roaring. Demanding that he took the girl against him. Taint her. Corrupt. Mark her as his. Red eyes won this time. But he wasn't done. Not after such a bold move from his normally timid and shy flower. Near feral, his fingers twitch. Itching to touch. To grasp something more than just her hand to show his love. Eyes darting down toward her exposed neck, a fanged smile emerged. Perfect.
*End flashback*
His violet eyes glowed a red hue. ''It isn't time yet.'' Biting his lower lip, the red hue vanished. This courtship was going to be hell. ''Speaking of home.'' His eyes blinked at the sound of your voice. ''Is there anywhere you're technically staying?'' ''...I'm sure this is of little surprise to you.'' you blink in confusion before looking down at his puzzle. ''So, you can go from spirit form to human solid form at will?'' He nods, amazed at how you caught on so quickly. ''That's...kind of cool actually. Any other powers?'' A dark smile creeps onto his face before mentally slapping himself silly. Not. Yet. ''In due time, little lotus.''
Your mother peeks her head into the room. You sigh. ''Dad's in the kitchen again?'' A nod. ''...I'll go and call Pizzza Monsters.'' She swore she had heard an amused chuckle.
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Defilement: Atem x Reader
RomanceHe is a mad king. A god in the form of a man. Lost his sanity long before the turning. Damned King of the heavens of where he reigns. Forever searching. Seeking out a potential, poor soul to endure his courtship. They usually die at the end of it...