CW // BLOOD EHHH BLOOD KINK AND NSFW SHIT YEEEAH
"George," he spoke lowly, grinning as George looked up to him. His heart fluttered at the sight of his blood having worked its way into every crease in his lips and between all his teeth, the way it continued to slip from his nose and coat itself over his skin. Dream noted the way he made eyes at it, finding delight in how they flickered around his face, trying hard to keep eye contact. "'It's like' what, George? Tell me."
"It's like," he stuttered in a shaky breath, feeling Dream shift closer towards him, paying no mind to the way his nose dripped to the floor beneath them, "I dunno, it's... it's kind of hot." Dream chuckled lightly, loosening his grip on his wrist and removing his hand from his jaw.
"Does it turn you on?" he continued, lifting up George's jersey to touch the skin just below his chest plate. He timidly nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat as Dream's smile grew wider. He carried the hand he held of George's up to his face letting fingertips fall to what had collected over his cupid's bow. "It's okay, George, touch it."
Y/N, a simple woman, joins the deadly games to pay off debts after her mother's death. Young-Il, a heartless soul, controls the games, watching everything from afar while sipping on his glass of whisky.
But this year is different. When he spots Y/N, number 160, during the game of "Red Light, Green Light," he can't help but grow more obsessed with her.
The first game ends, and Young-Il decides it's time to join the games himself, meet her, and make her his forever. Not that he will allow anyone else to even look at her
But will Y/N really trust him?