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   he swirls the shiny, ear ringing wine glass. its insides of blood color and sweet vine aromas bringing a hard hit to his temple. the loose swirls of its tangy sour notes fall in the pit of tipsy smirks and pearly sharp teeth.

"a bet!"

"you're drunk, sungjae."

the white hem of her satin and velvet gown brushes past his bare ankles leaving tickling goosebumps that he almost drops his dark oak staff. his own cloak pushing further into her balloon skirt.

"makes it all the more challenging, scared of a little darkness princess?" she shrugs and snatches the glass from hands, downing all the liquor inside of it. every shaky gulp audible for his gushing ears, spiders crawl over his body at the same time.

"all i'm saying is your hogging all of my wine collection. buy your own!"

the inch of his staff points towards her pretty face, the madwoman neither shudders nor beckons back. an irrelevant eye roll comes back to her. "d'ya really think i have a fucking wine cellar in a bat-infested cave?"

her chuckle fills the ambrosia glittered room, it sparkles of white light. pure doves and innocent baby deers frolick by her side, too scared to get on his side of the room.

"maybe,"

the bounce in his long staff pulls them back from their daydreams and ensues their mysterious mood change. a rich violet hovering, the princess and the villain getting ever so close, centimeters apart. their breaths mingle with each other, hot and cold, flowers and blood, life and death.

sungjae pulls back, leaning against sooyoung's white faux fur couch. his staff on his right as he stares at her with the wicked flare the storybooks depict of him. but to sooyoung, the radiant princess of the book, it makes him all the more alluring.

"the bet!"

she takes his other free hand, thumbing his vein spilled hands. streaks of electric blues and flaming red go on and about like the bomb inside the room. always ticking and tangled in each other's fates. their wires of stories wrapped in each other, ever after.

"the first to fall in love loses."

the long black nails of his caress her soft cheeks to her luscious lips that releases a scoff. "a princess to fall for a villain? never."

"whatever floats your boat, dear."

they stare back, the glorious light seeping in their storybook as it opens up.

"that was such a waste of a lovely night."

sooyoung roughly pulls on his dark cloak and brings his bruised one to her her own.