Obey Me

Obey Me

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At that time, she was dumped by the crown prince and was free to go on her own journey. [Hello.] She had woken that thing, no, him up. [I am Nathaniel.] He said. [People here call me 'The End'.] A beautiful man, like the king of winter, smiled in boredom and with arrogance. * * * "Let me out." Nathaniel stretched out his hand, but Kyrie rejected it. However, the white hands with prominent bones slowly and softly touched her ears and cheeks. [You'd better not think about it. If you don't want to be tied up.] Instead of answering, she bit Nathaniel's fingers. He lowered his head slowly and put his head against her forehead. The blue eyes in front of her seemed more ecstatic as Kyrie's purple eyes shook with anxiety. [Take off your clothes on your own.] Nathaniel looked down at his ruined sleeve and smiled fiercely. [I know how to put a leash on you if you do something stupid again.]
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"Do you think I will listen to you?" he asks, leaning closer, his words dripping like poison. "You? Command me?" Her jaw tightens, but her body betrays her. The railing under her grip feels slippery, her fingers numb, her legs trembling uncontrollably. And then it happens. Her strength gives out. Her knees buckle. Her vision blurs. The railing slips from her grasp as her hand slides down cold stone. The world tilts, spinning into a haze of marble and golden eyes. She collapses slowly-first her knees weaken, then her shoulders slump, and finally her weight tips sideways. But she doesn't hit the floor. Zevran has been waiting. His arm snakes around her waist before gravity can claim her. His grip is firm, unyielding, catching her like fragile glass. Her head falls against his chest, hair clinging to his armor, her fevered skin burning against him. He looks down at her, lips parted, lashes heavy against flushed cheeks. So fragile. So breakable. And yet she shouted at him moments ago like she could bring him to his knees. Zevran exhales, amused, victorious. His smirk deepens as he tightens his hold. "See, sweetheart..." he murmurs, low and dangerous. "No matter how much you scream, no matter how much you fight me... you will always end up here." His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he lifts her trembling body. "In my arms." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The story of a healer and a killer. Dive in it.

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