❝ Impress me, empress.❞
The words had been said.
A demand?
Or simply, a request?
One treasured love
and thought of it as a strength.
The other loathed love
and thought of it as a weakness.
Then later, he knew.
But he just smiled
as a part of him die...
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[ Seara's POV ]
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Okay, I need to behave. Sooner or later, people will notice. I need to stop calling out his name. His reputation will be ruined if I keep doing so. ㅤ
Okay, just. calm. down.
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Never thought I would be so worn out just by doing three screams and some hard knocks on this hard wooden thingy right in front of my eyes. ㅤ
I got locked. An act I had never expected from the person who turned out to hold the key somewhere inside the pocket of his black jet tuxedo all this time. ㅤ
Pft, it was pretty amusing, actually. ㅤ
To get dragged here with this lame, silly thought of him wanting to lowkey ask me out for a way-too-sudden date then ended up being locked all alone with the criminal being the savior himself. If I thought twice, very amusing indeed but it didn't change the fact that I was such a foolㅡa shameless oneㅡto think this would just be a simple date. ㅤ
How I want to curse you so bad, Akashi. ㅤ
I decided to give up from whatever will I had to go against this hopeless reality, the door would never let me out unless he came to unlock it. ㅤ
Turning around, my eyes closed and I leaned my back on the wooden door. ㅤ
Then the fragments of flashback suddenly surfaced behind these closed eyes.
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"Let's just make this quick and simple. I'm not asking what's happening between you and your father, no, I'm just asking what's happening to me now? " I asked rather calmly even though I had to kill this curiosity by the end of the question. And that was so hard. ㅤ
Akashi took one step forward, crimson eyes trapping me as usual. "Similar to what my father has said, I'm going to ruin your life." ㅤ
Every inch of my skin itched to hear his last words. There was something bugging in the way he ended his sentence. Nightmarish, why didn't I feel that? Instead of gulping down to confirm my own bad luck, I simply clenched my fists behind as coldness began to creep up from the edge of each my fingers.
