His Little Dove - Michael Langdon x Reader

His Little Dove - Michael Langdon x Reader

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The plot is changed up from the original because my story didn't fit in well. I gave Michael full glory and leadership, no one could stop him so his own little hell was created in the "Sanctuary". The world is not a toxic waste land and that's what I aimed for. He rules above everyone but will he rule over you?
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A 2023 update of my one and only fic. "What happened to your eyes?" she managed to utter, her voice strained and breathless. Michael's lips curled into a gentle smile as he rose to his feet, moving toward her with a deliberate, almost hypnotic grace. His arm encircled her waist, drawing her closer until their bodies molded together seamlessly. Lydia's gaze delved into Michael's eyes, searching for answers, for some semblance of understanding. But all she found was a captivating enigma, a mystery that only deepened her intrigue. "Who are you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. With a tender gesture, Michael tucked a stray strand of hair behind Lydia's ear, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Her breath hitched as he leaned closer, his lips grazing her cheek in a delicate caress, leaving behind the faintest hint of a kiss. Slowly, deliberately, he traced a path to her ear, his teeth gently tugging on her earlobe as he whispered, "The Antichrist, darling."

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