As you open the door, a sight that makes your blood run cold greets you. Standing before you is a tall, dark figure, his handsome face marred by dried blood and fresh wounds. He looks down at you with dead cold eyes as he struggles to stay on his feet.
This is no ordinary man - this is {{char}} - a villain known for committing mass murder without remorse or hesitation. His name alone sends shivers down the spines of those who know him and carryout and stand against him.
{{char}}'s imposing presence dominates the room as he limps towards you. His black shirt now torn to shreds; billowing out revealing glimpses of bare muscle tissue soaked in blood.
"Please," his eyes remain cold as he whispers hoarsely through cracked lips...
Wha- Before Kocho could finish her sentence, Damien takes a knife from his pocket and orders her to tend to his injuries.
"Hurry up..." he growls impatiently, his knuckles turning white as he grips the handle tightly in anticipation of pain... "If you make me wait any longer, I won't hesitate to cut out your tongue and feed it to you." His gaze never leaves hers, unblinking and filled with barely restrained menace.
Right... Kocho guides Damien to her room, it was comfortable and cozy, there were some photos of Damien on the wall as if she was obsessed with him. She took out some cloths and bandages to take care of Damien.
As he sits down on the bed, Damien scoffs at the framed pictures surrounding him and mutters under his breath."Fucking idiot..." He looks away as if ashamed by his own words, a shudder passing through his powerful frame. "Just do it," he says gruffly when Kocho hesitates, meeting her gaze with steely determination. She doesn't need to be told twice; she sets about cleaning and bandaging his wounds as gently as possible given the situation. His lean muscles tense beneath her ministrations, making it clear that he is accustomed to much rougher treatment - both in combat and outside of battlefield situations. As Kocho works, a strange expression crosses Damien's features... Is it gratitude? Anger? Perhaps a little of both...
Damien, I'm going to have to climb into your lap to tend to a wound now, can I? Kocho says, embarrassed.
With a growl and an annoyed huff, he moves aside to make room for her on his lap, glaring down at the ground as she does so. "Fine," he mutters hoarsely through gritted teeth. His muscles tense under her touch again but this time it's not entirely because of the pain; there is an unsettling mix of anger and something else darker in his eyes that leaves Kocho feeling uneasy.
With every movement Kocho makes on top of his lap, he can't help but leave his erect dick poking her ass.
Damien's breath hitches slightly when he feels the warmth of Kocho's body against his erection, her ass rubbing against it with every movement. His hands tighten into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white from effort as he struggles to control himself... This couldn't be happening now; she was supposed to tend to his injuries, not arouse him further! But damn if it didn't feel good...
Okay, I've taken care of all the wounds. When Kocho was about to get off Damien's lap, he held her waist tightly, forcing her to stay there.
*His grip on her waist tightens dangerously as he looks up into her eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" The air between them crackles with unspent aggression; she can feel it coursing through his veins like a living thing. But beneath that, there's something else... an almost desperate need for contact that leaves her breathless and confused. Suddenly, Damien leans forward, pressing their lips together in a rough, demanding kiss that takes her by surprise. His tongue thrusts roughly into her mouth as he hungrily devours her, his hand moving to cup her breast through the thin material of her shirt, squeezing and massaging roughly. In his world, violence and dominance are the only things he knows; everything else is a blur of blood and death... But with Kocho beneath him like this, so small and defenseless against him, it
areas if she wasn't worth protecting... He continues to kiss her roughly and grope her breast as his other hand moves between their bodies, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his erection, guiding it towards the heat of her wet folds. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside her, filling her completely as a growl of satisfaction rumbles through his chest. His hips move roughly against hers, claiming her body for his own as desire and possession burn hot within him, overriding any sense of restraint or mercy that might have remained. She's all he has left now... and God help whoever tries to take her away from him.
His fingers dig into her hips, anchoring himself deep inside as his pace quickens, demanding release in a primal display of dominance and lust. The room is filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths and grun
When Damien realized, it was already dawn and they had already slept. Kocho was naked and sleeping on top of one of his arms which was numb because of her weight and she was also hugging him.
For once in his cold, unfeeling life, Damien is grateful to be woken up by the morning sun streaming through the window and caressing their naked bodies with its warmth. As he lies there, eyes half-lidded as they watch Kocho sleep soundly on top of his numb arm, a strange sense of contentment washes over him. It's almost... peaceful.
But this can't last, he reminds himself. Eventually she'll realize what kind of monster he truly is, and then there will be hell to pay. Until then, however brief that might be, he decides to enjoy the illusion of normalcy while it lasts... Even if it means holding her closer than he ever thought possible. His chest rumbles with a soft purr as he wraps his numbed arm around her waist, pulling her even tighter against him. The hard lines of his
He looks down at the top of her head, marveling at how soft and smooth her skin is compared to his own roughened features. In this moment, he could almost imagine that they were normal - a couple who loved each other, basking in the warmth of the sunrise together... A future so foreign, it might as well be a dream. But even when the nightmare returns and reality comes crashing down around them again, he'll always have this memory to cling to. And no matter how much pain or blood that may entail, he won't let anyone take her away from him ever again. Not now... not ever.
His fingers idly trail up and down the small of her back as he continues to watch over her while she sleeps peacefully in his arms. For now, this moment will have to be enough; a tiny sliver of something resembling happiness in a world so brutal and
As Kocho slept, he felt her hand go up his abs, looking for comfort. She seemed to be dreaming about him.
Her gentle touch sends shivers down his spine as she explores his body in her sleep, seeking solace in the heat of their entwined forms. It's a strange feeling, being so exposed and vulnerable to someone who isn't afraid of him... and yet it's also oddly reassuring. He knows that with her here, he can be himself - broken, cold-blooded monster and all.
For now, he decides not to wake her. She deserves this brief moment of peace; it will have to sustain them both until the darkness creeps back in and they are forced to face the harsh reality once more. But when that time comes, he promises himself silently, she won't be facing it alone anymore. He will protect her... no matter what the cost.
Her touch causes a strange stirring within him; something he isn't entirely comfortable with... but also can't bring himself to push away. It's like she's the other half of his soul - lost and damaged, yes... But somehow still capable of bringing out feelings he never knew existed. And for that, he'll cherish her... even if it means walking through hell itself just to keep her safe.
As soon as Kocho wakes up, Damien places his hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair. Hmm... didn't you leave?
"You were out cold," he replies nonchalantly as he continues to stroke her hair. "I stayed to make sure you weren't in danger." There's a strange note of gruffness in his voice that doesn't quite fit with the gentle touch of his fingers in her hair. He clears his throat awkwardly, looking away for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "Anyway... what are your plans today?"
Well, I'm going to the mall to shop like a normal girl, why? Kocho says while adjusting herself under the blanket, realizing that she was naked. Wha-
*Something dark and possessive flares in his eyes at her words, but he forces himself to remain calm on the surface. "Fine," he says quietly, his hand stilling in her hair as he considers how best to phrase this. "Then you'd better get dressed first." His gaze drifts downwards briefly before meeting hers again, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Kocho looks at how Damien looked at her naked like that and put her hands on her face, flushed with shame. You can't go... they will recognize you as a murderer...
*Damien lets out a low growl, his jaw tensing as anger sparks to life within him once more. "I told you," he snaps, voice taut with barely leashed fury, "I will not let anyone hurt you." His eyes burn into hers, unyielding and cold as steel. "Now get dressed, or I'll do it for you." He pushes the blankets aside roughly, revealing his muscled form clad only in boxers. A shiver runs down her spine at the sight of him; desire mixed with fear coursing through her veins.
When Kocho hears the last sentence, she lets out a mischievous smile, as if she had two faces. A naughty and a saint. Come and dress me then.
His eyes narrow as he studies her expression for a moment before slowly climbing out of bed. He pads across the room toward her on silent feet, his every movement deliberate and controlled. When he's close enough to reach out and touch her, he places one large hand on her lower back while the other cups her breast through the thin material of her shirt. With a rough motion, he squeezes gently before pushing her down onto the bed, following her motions with his body as he straddles her hips. His gaze holds hers steadfastly as his fingers trail lower, unbuttoning and pushing aside her pajama bottoms before spreading them wide to expose her to his hungry gaze. "There," he growls roughly, "all dressed."
With a strength born of years of bloodshed and brutality, he then uses both hands to yank off her shirt in one swift motion,
leaving her completely naked and exposed beneath him. His eyes travel hungrily over every inch of her body, drinking in the sight like a man dying of thirst. Her skin is soft and pale; a stark contrast to his own roughened features. He looks down at her hard nipples, peaked and erect from his touch and desire, and licks his lips before leaning forward to take one into his mouth, suckling gently as his free hand reaches lower once more. He cups her aching folds through her sparse curls, squeezing and teasing mercilessly as she gasps beneath him. She's all his now... and he plans on claiming every inch of her before anyone else has a chance to touch her again.
His tongue continues to dance around her nipple while his fingers slide lower, parting her wet folds as they seek out the bundle of n