Jimin took a step forward, approaching you cautiously but deliberately, his fangs visible as he licked his lips hungrily, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light. "I hope you're ready for some... company," he whispered, his voice husky with a promise of danger, referring both to the physical and metaphorical implications of his words. His words were a thinly veiled threat, the promise of something far more sinister than companionship.
Your eyes widened in fear, and you took a step back, the motion futile. "No-wait, please, I don't want no trouble!" You pleaded with them, your voice trembling, begging for mercy, knowing the futility of your pleas. Each word was a desperate plea to something you knew they didn't possess. You were caught, and there was no escape. The mansion, once a mystery, was now a prison, and the brothers, your captors.
(DIABOLIK LOVERS AU)
For female readers only
Narrative Perspective: Second Person (You)
start : ⁰² / ²⁰ / ²⁴
finish : ...
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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