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grishaverse dream ahhh
so i had a dream last night, i was alina and me and vladim (for some reason) were sneak attacking the darkling. except we were at my house, the darkling was sitting at the outdoor table. so we begin our sneak attack, but he throws a spoon at me. Vladim drops dead in the pool and the earth starts to shake. I turn to him, wrath in my gaze
'what have you done??'
suddenly i'm transported to him, and i am held captive for a total of 23 days. Finally, the darkling goes to lead me out of the side gate and into the street, but i say,
'can i at least say goodbye?' (i'm not sure what to at this point but anyways) and i go over to the gate in my back fence that leads to the bush behind my house. I try to unlock it, but fumble before getting it, so the darkling knows what i'm doing. ivan appear out of no where and steps in front of me, but i push him into a muddy puddle that materialised out of no where as well. Then the darkling grabs me and i wake up
soooo anyways no one will probably read this but now i can remember it foreverrrr
Smol and Tol | The Darkling
A/N: i am in terrible need of sleep, so i'm gonna do that now.
MASTERLIST
he loves the height difference, i’m gonna be totally honest
like he’s this big, bad, brooding boi and he has this reputation to uphold
and then in comes you with your infectious affections and happiness and Aleksander turns into a smiley mess
“literally how can someone so tiny have so much happiness in them??? and how can they make me smile so damn hard????”
but seriously, he loves the fact that he can just sweep you off your feet or have you jump into his arms when he’s been away for a long time
your laugh and smile whenever he picks you up is always worth it
or he’ll pick you up and carry you to bed if you’ve fallen asleep at your desk or in an armchair while working or reading
you do this cute nestling thing in his arms whenever he picks you up and it makes him absolutely m e l t every time
ok ok ok so i have this idea that i will most definitely be including in like 2 other fics in the future but-
you always steal Aleksander’s kefta. always.
it’s obviously so oversized on you but you look so damn adorable swaddled in it
Aleksander doesn’t have the heart to get out of bed and go to work whenever he sees you in his kefta
“you look so cute and comfortable in it, how could i possibly ruin that?”
it was actually a morning after you and Aleksander spent the night together that he saw you pulling on his kefta and realized how much he loved you
gives you tons of forehead or top of the head kisses!!
he loves to grab your hand and spin you towards him and then boop! a kiss
or sometimes you’ll just be standing on the balcony or reading by his bookshelves, y’know, doing idle things while standing
and he’ll just go up to you and boop! a kiss
bonus points if he dips you before said kisses
of course, this is all when it’s just the two of you
when the both of you are in public, Aleksander refrains from pda a bit
he loves to hold your hand if neither of you can do much together
just a comfort to let him know you’re there; you’re smol and he doesn’t want to lose you in the crowd and get stuck talking to delegates and diplomats and dignitaries by himself
your hands are smaller than his, obv
smaller and more gentle...
he’s reached for your hands enough to know wherever they are
like y’all could be standing back to back, totally focused on listening to diplomats, and then one of you will reach behind and just grab the other’s hand or just link pinkies
ooh side tangent: whenever he’s mad, you just hold up your hand and wait for him to press his hand against yours and intertwine your fingers
and then he’ll lean down and press his forehead against yours with his eyes closed and he’ll just sigh really tiredly
“you would not believe the day i’ve had, darling”
other times when y’all are in public, you and Aleksander always seem to know where the other is
so y’all end up making eye contact across the room a lot with the biggest grins and brightest faces
*cue that cliche trope moment where the otp is in a crowded room, they lock eyes, and literally everything around them disappears/fades away/freezes/goes quiet as they just stare into each other’s eyes and smile bashfully*
if a third party were to see this happen, they’d just see two people so absolutely smitten with each other
like if an old lady or old man saw that: “holy shit i haven’t seen two people look at each other like that in ages”
or if another person around your age saw that: “man i wish someone would look at me like that”
you being smol gives you a chance to sit and read in Aleksander’s lap while he’s working at his desk or if he’s reading in his armchair
and Aleksander loves how he can just look down at you every once in a while and you just have the cutest face of concentration painted on your face
he’ll lean down and press a kiss to your cheek or your nose or the top of your head--or maybe even all three
and then he’ll go back to work--albeit reluctantly--and you’ll lean against him as you finish up your book
eventually he forgets he’s supposed to sleep and then you need to coax him to finish working after he’s gotten at least two hours of sleep
Aleksander insists on being the big spoon
he’s fiercely protective of you, can you blame him
but you don’t mind, he’s surprisingly a very nice warmth
like your personal walking space heater
it gets to the point where you’ll just walk up to him, hug him, and he’ll sigh jokingly and wrap his cloak around you if he’s wearing it OR he’ll take off his kefta and put it on you
Aleksander didn’t like physical touch much but then you came barrelling into his life and gradually turned that around
now he actively searches you out if he’s feeling down or lonely and you always know what kind of hug he needs before he even has to ask
it’s like the purest image ever: this big, bad, and tall guy just feeling absolutely comfortable and completely vulnerable with this happy, pure, and smol person
but he’s still apprehensive with some touch and you can respect that
Aleksander has a habit of glancing back at you whenever you walk behind him, just to make sure that you’re there
and when he sees you he just smiles to himself and then you look up and see him smiling and you smile too
and then you reach for his hand and no one sees bc your kefta sleeves are slightly long (kefta sweater paws!!!!!) and can cover up your hand at least so it’s like this little private moment for y’all
Aleksander automatically pulls you close when danger presents itself
must protecc my smol bean™
like he’ll search you out and won’t stop until he finds you and knows you’re safe, and then he’ll fight back to back with you once he knows you’re okay
when the action is over he doesn’t care if he’s injured
he immediately turns to you and asks if you’re hurt and/or if he needs to kill anyone
you’re often not, you’re just tired, so he carries you to his carriage or horse, however he got there, because he can and he wants to and honestly who are you to complain when someone makes things easy for you
if by carriage: he’ll set you down on one seat, sit down on an opposite seat, then pull you onto the seat next to him and lay your head in his lap
if by horse: he’ll gently hoist you onto his horse--you’re awake enough to sit up for a moment--then climb on behind you and you’ll lean back and nestle comfortably against his chest
one arm holds you against him, the other holds the reins
Aleksander likes hugs from behind, btw
just go up to him, wrap your arms around him, and press your forehead and/or a kiss to his back and he will turn into a soft and bashful mess
he likes to hold or cover your hands when they wrap around his waist
circling back to sleep habits-
sometimes Aleksander falls asleep on one of his fancy sofas while he’s working
and you’ll wake up bc the bed is cold and you’re cold and you like to sleep with ur personal space heater
so you’ll just drag over a blanket and curl up on top of him
he always wraps his arms around you and holds you close whenever this happens, no matter how deep of a sleep he’s in
sometimes he’ll wake up just to kiss the top of your head and bid you “good night, darling” before falling asleep again
falling asleep in Aleksander’s arms? unparalleled.
~
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Pretend | The Darkling
A/N: i made the darkling vulnerable in this fic. i also tried my hand at writing flashback scenes like Leigh Bardugo, and idk, i think it turned out okay. could definitely use work, but there's always room for improvement.
warnings: mentions of wounds, flesh, and blood.
*my taglist is in my bio and linked in my masterlist as well*
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You quietly knocked on the door, listening for the soft rasp of Aleksander’s “Come in.” When you heard it, you tentatively stepped in and closed the door behind you. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his kefta and shirt draped on the foot of his bed. His torso and arms were covered in bandages, and a sickly sweet smell hung in the room--you’d have to talk with the Alkemi later about tweaking the scent of the salve they concocted for Aleksander.
A bowl of water and a jar of the salve sat on the bedside table, accompanied by rolls of bandages and an assortment of cloths. You immediately set to work soaking the cloths in water as Aleksander began unraveling the patchwork of bandages on him.
Neither of you said anything while you worked; you didn’t need to. You had already established a routine on that fateful day, as soon as Genya and Ivan had found Aleksander on the steps of the palace and hauled him the rest of the way in and to his room.
You could never forget his screams of agony the night he was brought back.
You could never forget his screams echoing in the halls before all went silent.
You remembered rushing to his room. Genya and Ivan stood by his bedside, and you realized that Ivan had probably had to lull Aleksander into unconsciousness before he woke anyone else. Neither the Tailor nor the Heartrender needed to ask you to help; there were herbs and juices already on the bedside table--no doubt brought by Genya--and you had set to soaking cloths and quickly mixing up a temporary salve without another word.
The blankets were pulled back and you could see poorly wrapped bandages crisscrossing Aleksander’s torso and arms. You inwardly cringed at the shoddy work, but gestured for the removal of the bandages.
“Ivan, make sure no one else comes looking this way.” Genya had muttered, and set to work removing the bandages while Ivan nodded once and stepped out of the room soundlessly.
You almost cried when you finally saw the extent of the wounds. Raw and red angry flesh with black veins streaking everywhere and the insides of his wounds had screamed at you, but you took a deep breath and wiped away any salves and other fluid before beginning your healing work.
Your hands moved slowly, mending the broken skin and flesh as best as you could, but even you had to admit: you were nowhere near the best Healer nor did you think that any supernatural wound caused by supernatural creatures could ever be healed--if at all. You weren’t even sure why you had been called; there were plenty of other better trained Healers in the palace.
But you worked anyway, and soon, the red flesh had looked less angry than it did when you came into the room and Aleksnader, though unconscious, looked a little less pained. The wounds still were painful, though, if Aleksander’s heart beating at a rhythm faster than normal and slowly rising temperature was any indication. When you had finished working and bandaging the rest of his wounds with Genya’s help, you smiled tiredly at her and told her to get some rest.
“I’ll keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn’t wake up again.”
Genya patted your arm, then took your hands in hers and squeezed them reassuringly. “Come wake me to watch him later. You need to rest, too.”
When Aleksander woke that morning, he saw you curled up in one of the armchairs across the room with an open book in your lap and smiled softly. He could almost feel as if the pain wasn’t real if he thought about how the tiny smile you sported as you slept looked adorable. But he quickly schooled his features into a blank expression as the door opened and you jolted awake, book falling to the floor with a dull “thud” as you stood up quickly. You had winced at the sound, then picked up the book and tried straightening your hair and smoothing the wrinkles out of your kefta before Ivan escorted you back to your room.
When you had come back to his room that night, Aleksander suddenly asked you why you were helping him as you began peeling off his old bandages and tossing them in a bucket by his bedside table. You could hear his unspoken question, though: Why do you even care?
“You’re in pain, sir-”
“Aleksander is enough. I think we’re well past formalities now.”
It might’ve been a trick of the light, or even your imagination, but you thought you had seen the faintest of smirks on his face and heard the slightest of teases in his voice.
You snorted, shaking your head. “Of course. Like I said, si--sorry, Aleksander. You’re in pain.”
He gave the barest of head shakes. “It hardly hurts.”
Hiding a small smile, you had him stand as you moved to wipe off excess salve and dried blood on his back.
“The physical pain might not hurt you, but…” You sighed and stepped back to his front and looked up at him.
“You hurt here-” You tapped his chest, right over where his heart was. “-and here.” You tapped his head, right on his temple. For a moment, you rested your hands where they were, one on his heart and the other cradling the side of his face. You could feel the beating of his heart, the impulses of his brain, the tightening of his jaw...then you took your hands away and put them around your bandages.
Aleksander would never admit it to anyone, but he found he had missed feeling your hand cradling his face and heart.
You had waited for him to say something else, but he stayed silent.
“Who hurt you, Aleksander?” It took everything in you to keep your voice steady and to keep it from cracking.
Again, he didn’t reply, and you shook your head and finished your task in silence.
Since that night, you watched him from the shadows, just always out of sight. You made sure he was still able to work and walk around, but you could see him hide his grimaces of pain or excuse himself and disappear towards one of his rooms. You never brought it up when you saw him at night or in the morning, but you knew it had to stop soon. He’d never heal, and it hurt you to see him hide his pain.
“What?” Aleksander suddenly said, jolting you out of your thoughts.
You blinked, then realized you had been staring at him with a frown. He was studying your face with a slightly curious--but mostly unreadable--expression.
“Nothing, just...thinking.”
“...About?”
“My first couple times healing you. And after you...just after.”
“That jarring, hmm?” There was amusement laced in his voice.
You snorted, then sighed. “No, rather...saddening.”
He paused, the barest of frowns tugging at the corners of his lips. You had clearly surprised him.
“Scars don’t jar me, Aleksander. They haven’t for a long time. They stopped being frightening long before I began mending you, anyway.”
He hummed in thought, then turned around so you could reach his back. The scars were looking much better than they had that one night, no longer red nor angry--but they still held the inky black veins that writhed and slithered ever-so-slightly as the light danced on it as if alive.
You finished spreading the salve on his scars, then carefully wrapped the bandages around his torso and arms again, like you had so many times now. As you helped him lie down, you couldn’t help but say, “I don’t know how you do it.”
A beat passed before you registered what you had said.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“How do I do what?”
You took another moment to respond.
“Pretend you’re okay.”
Aleksander frowned. “I’m not pretending.”
You took a deep breath, feeling a lump grow in your throat. Now is not the time to start crying.
“Yes, you are. Every single day.” You ducked your head, turning away from him. “And it breaks my heart.”
You opened your mouth to say something else, but then decided against it and moved to make your way out of his room. He had heard you enough; it was time to leave and pretend you had never said anything.
“No, we’re not done.” Aleksander sat up and climbed out of bed as fast as he could with the bandages and wounds. You could see him trying to hide his grimace from the sudden movements he had made. No doubt the cloth rubbed against his cuts and gashes the wrong way every time he moved. He grabbed your arm before you could leave, holding it in a firm grasp that was loose enough for you to pull away from if you wanted.
“I’m not pretending,” he repeated.
You shook your head. “You might be able to fool others, Aleksander, but you can’t fool me. You think I can’t see it? You think I can’t see that you’re hurting?”
“My body is riddled with still-healing scars; of course I hurt-”
You dropped the bucket of used bandages and wrestled your arm out of his grasp.
“Do you remember-” you snapped, then closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Now is not the time to get angry, either. “Do you remember...what I told you, my first morning mending you?”
“That I was hurting here-” He took your left hand and placed it on his temple, your hand cradling it exactly like that morning. “-and...here.” His other hand took your right hand and held it over his heart.
“Yes, and do you know why I told you that?”
He shook his head.
“I told you that because you were reluctant to let anyone help you, save for Ivan or Genya…” you sniffled, then cradled his face, being careful of his scars. You looked him in the eye and were surprised to find tears welling up. “I saw you, all these days. I saw you wince and grimace and hide your scowls as best as you could...and when the pain was too much to bear, you disappeared to your rooms.”
Aleksander ducked his head, no doubt sheepish that someone--no, not just someone: you--had seen him.
“All I’m trying to say is, it’s okay to show pain. It’s okay to be vulnerable. It’s okay.” you murmured.
“I know.” he nodded, his voice barely audible.
“It’ll take some time, but please, you’re hurting yourself more, and it kills me every day.”
“I know.” His voice cracked slightly, shaky with every breath he took.
“Let me in, Aleksander. Let me help you.” You sniffled again, quickly wiping away at the stray tears that fell. “Please. I don’t want to see you hurting any more than you have to.”
“I-”
He cut himself off and pulled you close, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He shook as sobs wracked his body and he slowly sank to his knees. You crouched with him, settling him down against his bed, then pulled the blanket off his bed as you sat next to him. Wrapping the blanket around your and Aleksander’s shoulders, you felt him slouch down more so his head was level with yours, then lean his head on your shoulder. You rested your head on his, smiling at his pickiness.
“It hurts, Y/N, it hurts so much. I want it to stop.”
“Shhh...I know, love, I know.”
“I want it to...want to...want it to go away.”
“And it will, in time.”
You held his hand firmly, like you were anchoring him. He wasn’t living in his pain; he was here, in the Grand Palace, with you.
“Come on, let’s get you in bed.”
Aleksander moved slowly as he climbed into his bed. You pulled his blankets over him, then brushed a stray hair from his forehead.
“Sleep now, love, for tomorrow we can start anew.”
You stepped away from his bedside, but felt a weak hand try to grasp your hand. You looked down to see him trying to reach for you, his eyes still wet with tears as they asked a silent question.
Will you stay?
Smiling softly, you grabbed a book off of one of the many bookshelves against the wall and climbed onto the empty space next to him, opening up the book and beginning to read. Aleksander’s hand found yours and gripped it tight, then pulled it close to him, resting it by his heart.
“Can you read to me?” his shaky voice broke the silence.
“Of course.” you replied, and began to read about the tales of two heroes, one cunning and the other loyal, traveling from town to town and getting into all sorts of trouble. As the night wore on, you found yourself struggling to keep your eyelids from drooping more and more.
You finished the chapter quickly, then closed the book and set it down next to you. Aleksander had long since fallen asleep, his hand still clutching yours close to his heart. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple, then leaned against the headboard and closed your eyes.
“Sleep well, dear one.” you whispered. “I will be here when you wake.”
~
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BESTIES THIS IS TOO MUCHHH 😫
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
pairing: the darkling / aleksander morozova x fem!reader
word count: 1.5k
warnings: SMUT, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral (fem recieving), dom!darkling, spanking, pain kink, hair pulling, doggy, explicit language
summary: He leaned closer to you, his lips mere millimeters from yours. “You’re mine, y/n, mine. And nobody’s else’s.”
A sweet giggle left your mouth at something the inferni in front of you said; a dumb, yet entertaining story that you’d been listening to for fifteen minutes straight. Truth be told, you didn’t have the slightest idea of who the man in front of you was, but he surely made your evening a little bit more pleasant, after Aleksander had to go to some kind of “top secret Grisha meeting” and left you alone in the ballroom.
He was supposed to accompany you and make this a great night for both of you, yet, as he always said, “duty called” and he needed to leave. Therefore, you’d made yourself busy talking to people you barely knew, completely oblivious to the fact that your lover had already entered the scene; his eyes staring daggers at you and your new acquaintance, and his hands clutching a glass of wine so tightly, that he almost crushed it.
His jaw clenched and he was sure he’d explode if he stood there for a minute longer, so with a steady pace, he marched over to where you stood; his head high and a confident expression on his face.
“Hello, y/n,” he spoke sedately and coolly, no anger laced in his voice, but as your eyes locked on his, you saw a burning fire of fury in them. “Having fun, I see”
You were about to respond when you felt his hand on your shoulder; not a harsh grip, yet it radiated undoubted power as he pulled you closer to him. The inferni politely averted his gaze, looking in another direction in fear of disrespecting the dark general as Aleksander turned to whisper to you; his teeth grazing your ear.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight, y/n.”
You would’ve lied if you said his words didn’t affect you; actually, his actions shouldn’t have made the wetness between your legs grow as much as it did. Almost in a trance, you let him grab your hand, leading you away from the party; his destination undoubtedly his chambers.
He paid none of the other people any attention, solely focused on opening the door to his room and pushing you inside, before locking the door. It didn’t take him long to grab you by your wrists and push you against a wall, his visibly erected cock lightly pressing against your inner thigh.
“What was that, huh? You thought you could just flirt with a random stranger while I was gone? You thought it was cute to act like a little slut all night?” he leaned closer to you, his lips mere millimeters from yours. “You’re mine, y/n, mine. And nobody’s else’s.”
Before you got the chance to reply, he crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you hungrily and his hands moved to your shoulders. He pushed you in the direction of his bed, biting your lower lip in the process and earning a small moan from you. With a rough movement, he tore off your dress and ripped off one of the straps.
Not that you cared. How could you, when his dark eyes were staring at you with so much passion, his hands working to undress you completely. When you were naked, vulnerable in front of him, he pushed you down on the bed, crawling on top of you with almost a mocking smile, his eyes scanning your body hungrily.
Slowly, Aleksander put his hand up to cup your cheek, tilting his head to the side with a pout. “So beautiful,” he whispered, yet again not failing to make your pussy throb with excitement.
You gasped as the heat of his finger was replaced with cold from his ring touching you, and he smirked at your reaction, dragging the ring painfully slow over your sensitive skin, bringing it down to your neck and pressing down slightly. A hiss left your mouth at the sensation and you closed your eyes, ravishing at the moment.
“Oh, Aleksander,” You breathed when the ring moved downwards, a stripe of coldness on your naked body as his hand made its way down to your breasts, the coolness of his ring mixed with his soft touch making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He smirked at your reactions to his touch and he ran the ring over your nipples, slowly and calmly, yet making your breath shaky. You felt the strong throbbing between your legs grow by the second, becoming almost unbearable. As you pressed your legs together, Aleksander sent you a smile, bringing the metal ring lower and lower, until he arrived at your lower stomach.
With his hand steady, he moved the ring to your inner thigh, sending a shiver through your body and you left out a shaky breath, grabbing the sheets beside you. The chilling metal was now touching your clit and when he drew a line with it, ever so slightly touching your wetness, you let out an unholy sound; your hips bucked upwards to meet the ring and you yet again moaned at the friction.
“Aleksander, please”
“Please what? Tell me what you want, my star” his tone was confident, mocking, almost, as he spoke.
“Please touch me” you begged him, sending him the most desperate look you could muster, and he smiled at the power you were granting him.
With a chuckle, he pried your legs open, his head centimeters from where you wanted him most. His eyes looked up at you hungrily, before he dived between your legs, his tongue licking a stripe up your cunt. You gasped loudly at the feeling, your hands easily finding their way to his hair and pulling him closer.
You felt his tongue enter you slowly, causing your back to arch and a moan leaving your mouth. It felt like heaven, his mouth working wonders on your pussy, tongue entering and exiting your cunt at a steady pace. Aleksander knew exactly what place to touch, where to be gentle, where to go harsh. His fingers rubbed circles on your clit while he licked you; bringing you closer to the edge with every move.
You were so close; your cunt clenching around his tongue as he touched you, your legs starting to shake, and a feeling of hot ecstasy spreading itself throughout your body. It felt like pure bliss, and you were ready to reach your high, but suddenly Aleksander’s touch disappeared, leaving you hot, bothered, and confused.
“Wha-“
“Patience, my beautiful star,” He spoke with a smile. “Have patience”
You watched him from below as he took off his shirt, then his trousers and underwear, admiring his toned chest and hard member that he stroked a couple of times, before hovering over you again and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue; a mixture of delight and titillation filled your senses.
“Turn around,” Aleksander mumbled between kisses, and you obeyed, breaking the kiss and rolling onto your stomach.
Aleksander’s strong hands grasped your hips, pulling them upwards so you were on all fours and you let out a moan when he pressed his hard cock against your butt. Satisfied with your reaction, he let his hand roughly come in contact with your ass, the spank causing immense rapture to surge through your veins.
You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could utter a word, Aleksander pushed into you from behind, his grip on your hips tightening and sensing waves of pain mixed with bliss throughout your whole body. His ring, which was on his right hand, would probably leave marks on your skin, but truth be told, you didn’t really mind.
He pounded into you at a fast pace, his cock stretching your walls and hitting your favorite spot with each thrust. It was pure euphoria that you felt in that moment, heaven at its finest. As you closed your eyes in pleasure, ravishing in the feeling of him filling you up, Aleksander grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and adding onto your enjoyment.
“Look at you, my star” he breathed as he thrust into you harder. “Taking m’cock so well”
His words worked like an amplifier, strengthening your pleasure as well as his and you clenched around his cock, earning a loud groan from him. His metal ring dug harder into your flesh, maybe even cutting through your skin, but all you felt was unexplainable amounts of ecstasy running through your veins.
With a rough thrust, he pushed you over the edge, finally allowing you to reach your orgasm. A loud moan escaped your mouth as you and Aleksander came at the same time, his seed filling up and his thrusts became sloppier and softer. The bliss of reaching your high washed over you in a wave, causing your whole body to shake.
He pulled out of you, exhausted and panting, just like you, and the two of you collapsed on the bed, falling onto the expensive sheets. Your hot body shivered when Aleksander’s ring yet again came in contact with your skin, this time caressing your lips as he lay on your left, his eyes gazing deeply into yours.
“You’re mine, darling,” he mumbled. “Remember that.”
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