𝐼𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑘𝑢 🌸 イケメン戦国

She Loves Control // Masamune Date / Masamune's POV

Cold, 'cause she has been here before
She doesn't cry anymore, no looking back
No, she doesn't go to the bar
Too many lovers she scarred
And they want her back

Night was dawning and the minutes were ticking away. Not much longer until the festival will finally start, celebrating the new year. It was Y/N's idea to throw a huge "New Years Party." Nobunaga was a little skeptical how we would get it all put together in such short notice. That is until somebody mentioned alcohol. I've just been counting down the hours.

Until .. it was finally time.

Lamplights bring the party to life. Dozens of familiar faces sing and dance along with their partners. The party is filled with expensive fabrics and looks, seductive smirks and bare legs.

The stars were hidden behind the ocean of clouds. Thunder roars in the distance, but no bad weather could rip the spirit out of this party. Many women look my way, licking their lips, motioning me over. Girls from different groups. But I'm looking for one solo girl. A specific women to match my tastes.

Then I spot her.

She loves control, she wants it her way
And there's no way she'll ever stay unless you give it up
She loves control, she wants it her way
And all it takes is just one taste, you wanna give it up

Her long, pink dress flowing in sync with her black hair. The wind was just enough to push her hair back and morph them into flames. Gorgeous locks that women would kill for.

She's a goddess.

Her natural beauty was like it's own mask. She's got attitude like Nobunaga, charms like Mitsurani and the ice in her eyes like Mitsuhide. But her beauty can't be compared to a woman or man. No one I know looks quite like her. It's almost like she's from the future, her features are so evolved into perfection it's hard to believe she's even human. Her features alone are so ...

She really sticks out in a crowd. Her dress was thinner than probably allowed .. and the slit, leaving one of her legs exposed shouldn't have been legal, but I'm glad it was.

I have really fallen hard, but the worse part is, I'm not alone.

Bold, you know she lives for the thrill
You know she lusts for the kill
So they won't come back
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Don't, don't you try taming the storm
Don't say you haven't been warned
'Cause she won't like that, like that

She moves her body is ways I didn't think was possible. Her hips sway to the beat, her entire body committed to a song she's probably never even heard. But the way her hands caress her own body, anyone would do that for her, over and over again, but she dances alone. She doesn't need to dance by someone, bounce confidence off another body. She is her own and her commitment comes from herself alone.

She's independent.

Nearly every man has sent long dragged out glances her way. Everyone notices her, she is different than anyone you'll meet. She's nearly perfect, no she is perfect. I mean, every mistake she has made would surely be overlooked. That is ... if she's made mistakes.

Maybe it's the way she dances like no one is watching her. Not a care in the world given by her. No one could please or satisfy her, but could she do so herself? Could her love for herself be enough? Or maybe it's the love she chooses to ignore, the attention handed to her every second of everyday. She steals everyone's love, attention, and reassurance and she enjoys it in peace. She takes it all, almost robs people of their happiness, so she can enjoy it all at her own pace.

She's a criminal.

'Cause she loves control, she wants it her way
And there's no way she'll ever stay unless you give it up
She loves control, she wants it her way
And all it takes is just one taste, you wanna give it up
She loves control
She loves control

She was closer now, so close in fact my thoughts were wrapped and tied in a knot by her ego. I did the unspeakable, my arms snake around her waist. The shock in her eyes disappeared when the realization set in. We're so close now, I smiled at how confident she seemed in my arms, at how this moment felt more perfect than she was. It almost felt like a sin to admit.

I found you.

Her lips brushed my ear, whispering sweet nothings into the air that I completely missed. Her words held more meaning that war itself, than the warlords that fought in them and I didn't understand. Her words ... her eyes held more mystery than ... well anything. My God, I was getting so impatient. Her eyes sparkled in the light of the moon. The way she wetted her lips after a drop of rain fell on them ... She's art. She's my only priority.

Call me a fool, but you'd have to see her, experience her light in order to see that you too were a fool. Y/N is so beautiful, quiet like a snake, ready to strike at any momen. Can you guess her next move?my God she is so beautiful.

I wished it we're love.

Say what you want
But the way she kills you, makes you feel alive
And you know that it feels right

"I look so well on you," she grins up at me. Her short arms wrap around my neck. She's significantly shorter than me. She's very fit, a warrior in disguise. Maybe even ... an angel.

"Think you can keep up with me?"