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Overall Thoughts on Victor and Dragunov's Relationship Progression Over the Years (Current as of Tekken 8):

(Updated 11.3.24 to add extra thoughts on Dragunov's history with the Raven Unit as well as fix some typos/wording we weren't happy with.)

Main Point: Their whole relationship is slow burn rivals/enemies-to-lovers.

Before they even do anything close to meeting on neutral grounds there's a long stretch of Victor testing the waters. Of seeing if Dragunov would be interested in a more intimate relationship. (Whether or not Victor is initially only interested in sex and it slowly progresses to a more romantic attraction we have yet to come to a conclusion on. Will update things if/when it happens.)

We think they're both attracted to each other initially, but Dragunov is unaware of it. He knows there's something but not what it is or could be. With someone as heavily autistic as Dragunov (which is a topic for another post entirely just you wait for the Dragunov is Peak Autism post) there's no way his more rigid way of thinking wouldn't make him believe anything along the lines of "we're enemies on opposite sides of a conflict at any given time. There's no point in being attracted to a person who's my enemy." That is, if Dragunov would even take the time to actually consider the nature of their relationship outside of someone pointing out there's something between them outside of being enemies.

Now, Victor, as someone who's obviously a sexual guy- he's broken a lot of hearts and even in his T8 ending he was trying to impress a lady with that submarine -has still probably never done anything with other men because he hasn't needed or wanted to.

That said, Victor also has no problem with it. And why would he? He's an attractive guy who's more than comfortable with himself and what he likes. And what he doesn't (expect a future post about why we think him hating Claudio makes a lot of sense. hint: Claudio is a nepo baby with Main Character Syndrome and no resume to back it up.)

Anyways, once Victor realizes he's attracted in some way, shape, or form to Dragunov, begins "testing the waters" so to speak because they are technically enemies. So when he first starts flirting it's very subtle. Lots of lingering touches while in the heat of battle, maybe more compliments than strictly necessary on Dragunov's fighting technique/prowess. But there's no response he can really see so he thinks Dragunov is either completely disinterested and he misread the signals or may be hiding it because, again, enemies.

For his part Dragunov has no real care for sex or anything. It's never been something he's really cared about because he's always been more work-focused and has no time for most things outside of his- likely planned to the minute -schedule. (Reminder to look out for that Sergei Dragunov Has Peak Autism, Don't Try To Fight Us On This Or We WILL Fucking Shank You post in the future.) So he never thinks to look any deeper into Victor's attempt at flirting as anything more than the man trying to throw him off. Maybe acting strange/differently than one normally would while up against an opponent who can/will kill you if need be in order to gain the upper hand in any given battle.

At some point, Victor slowly realizes that Dragunov really is just that oblivious and, once he does, becomes intrigued. Victor is used to learning all he can about his targets so he can eventually take the best course of action and coming out on top in his missions and he can easily do so when it comes to learning more about Dragunov and what makes the man tick. We think this is pretty obvious considering how far along he's gotten in his professional career. The literal highest position possible in the French Navy of Admiral. Not to mention the fact Victor's profile on the English website states he was sent into multiple "dangerous operating zones again and again" and that's not exactly something one can do without knowing how to handle one's self and learn about their surroundings/mission/etc,.

Through his research and studying of Dragunov's patterns in work, leisure time, and dealing with the people around him Victor slowly comes to fall for the man himself. Not just his very very pretty eyes.

Dragunov is nothing if not a follower, one of his three currently-known likes alongside trains (autistic stereotype anyone? >*:3) and sbiten is literally "following orders," and Victor respects that more than just a little. Especially when you factor in how competent Dragunov is. The man's only twenty-seven (27) as of Tekken 8 and you can't join the Spetsnaz without going through some very rigorous training and proving of one's self alongside being the minimum age requirement of eighteen (18). Between the fact Dragunov is Spetsnaz and has made a name for himself as the White Angel of Death of all things, it's clear the man knows what he's doing and Victor is the kind of guy to respect that kind of competence a lot.

In general, Victor respects competence and one's ability to set aside their ego to get their job done right and done well.

(OPTIONAL THOUGHT TANGENT: That's probably why the Ravens share a code name, too. They don't need to make a name for themselves or stand out, they need to get their job done. It's like a uniform, really. Something made to even things out so when somebody exemplary does show up they can prove it by their actions rather than just outwardly showing off simply by using their looks.)

And, speaking of the Ravens, we feel that's another interesting facet of Victor and Dragunov's relationship.

Dragunov and the Raven we all know debuted in Tekken 5: Dark Resurrection and the vanilla Tekken 5 respectively. In T5DR, if you go by Raven's voice lines when encountering Dragunov ("So you're... I'm onto you and your organization. Give up and go back to Russia."), then we think it's safe to assume that this is the first time they've ever actually met. Clearly, Raven knows who Dragunov is by reputation alone, not because they've actually met before. After all, wouldn't you say something similar to what Victor says in his special intro for Raven? ("It's been a while, White Angel of Death")

Meanwhile, Master Raven debuted in Tekken 7 and, clearly, she's never met Dragunov, either. Upon entering battle she says "Huh! You're that Russian" and after that, if you defeat him she says "This is the guy that gave Raven all that trouble?" It can't get any clearer than that that this is their first ever encounter.

And yet, it's also stated in Victor's profile on the official T8 website that it was the Mishima's bullshit that finally spurred him out of retirement. Which means that, for some reason, he just... didn't tell the Ravens about his past with Dragunov? Even though he's supposedly trained- or at least helped train -all the Ravens, himself Victor somehow forgot to mention that he and Dragunov used to have some sort of history? Why would he keep such important information from literally all of his protégés? The Ravens know about Dragunov's reputation so one could think that Victor may have mentioned something about that at some point.

But what if he didn't? Dragunov's story intro in T5DR states that he's "feared in battlefronts throughout the world as the White Angel of Death" so it wouldn't be farfetched that the members of a global peacekeeping organization would know of him even if they'd never met him. (Unless any of the previous Ravens had met Dragunov and died by his hands. Something obviously in-character for the "White Reaper" to do.) Which means Victor wouldn't have to say anything to them about his and Dragunov's history if he didn't think it was strictly necessary.

So, why would we think he'd keep his- possibly vested -interest in Dragunov a secret? Wellllllllll~

Once Victor realizes his feelings for Dragunov are romantic, he's more overt with his attempts at seduction. He says things that he believes can't be misconstrued as anything but a compliment- usually about Dragunov's eyes or fighting prowess or maybe even his physique -he makes sure to give little gifts here and there like a model tank or two (maybe even sneakily and while leaving a handwritten note? heheheh), and maybe even imply something about him being open to making Dragunov a Raven of some sort.

It's all of this that spurs Dragunov to finally- finally -begin considering that maybe- just maybe -there's something going on that he's missing. However, being the masking little autistic he is, Dragunov doesn't actually have any friends he can turn to to ask about this kind of thing. Even his official website profile for Tekken 8 mentions that Dragunov is rumored to work in his sleep, so clearly even the people around him don't know very much about what he's like outside of work. If anything.

So, if their relationship ever ends up progressing past the limbo they're currently in, then we speculate it's because Victor saved Dragunov's life for one reason or another. At the very least, Victor's the kind of guy to be like "if I anyone absolutely has to kill him for some reason then I want to be the one to do it" if his talk in that one story cutscene in T8 about him and Dragunov having "unfinished business" is anything to go by.

Regardless of the how and/or why Victor would choose to save Dragunov's life however, once he does so it drastically changes the trajectory of their relationship. If nothing happens outside of Dragunov's bubble to help him finally connect the dots- be it a new recruit who doesn't yet think that Dragunov is scary, one of the Ravens being like "are you gonna let him down or what?", or even Victor just being like "I like you. At least have sex with me, please." -then Dragunov just will. NOT get it. He's too single-minded, too focused, and too oblivious to certain things like the fact romantic and/or sexual attraction can happen outside of whether or not you're enemies of some sort.

But! if something were to happen, like, say, your many years-long rival/enemy saves your life because he's interested in you romantically and respects you too much to let you die, then Dragunov would, for sure, start thinking about and recontextualizing past events and encounters.

So, Victor saves Dragunov's life, Dragunov realizes some things after enough thinking and considering, and Victor gets to wait for him to do it.

It may take a while, especially with all the bullshit the Mishimas keep throwing at each other and everyone being collateral damage, but, eventually, they find the time and they find the way.

(And eventually end up in a mostly non-sexual Dom/Sub lifestyle because Dragunov WILL need to flee Russia for being in a gay relationship, let alone one with a guy who he's consistently worked against for almost a decade already even when you only consider the canon timeline if they met soon after Dragunov joined, and once he's out of there he's going to need some sort of replacement for the heavily scheduled and regimented lifestyle that the military provides. But that's all for two separate posts about their future life and, again, the one where we rant about how autistic Dragunov is.)

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norel-ravenclaw · 6 months

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The Haunted Mansion

Ikepri AU - Part 1

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: All 13 plus allusions to unknown new trio

Genre: Paranormal Tragic Romance

Rating: 14+

Word count: Part 1 - 3400

Description: Ikepri Haunted Mansion AU - The regional princes have had an awful time getting servants to stay at their grand manor. A young woman takes the job and quickly discovers why no one else applied. Despite the strange occurrences, she finds home and even love among them. But tragedy seeks to cut short the possibility of a happy ending. Be warned, this is a story for those who like a twisted sort of satisfaction.

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An axe swung, and an axe dropped.

A staircase, and a duel he never wanted to be fought.

A lantern dropped onto wood that had rotted.

A poisoned bottle, long forgotten.

A window, and a grave for two.

A chandelier, and a dagger for two.

A noose taken down before being used again.

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This is the woeful tale of the haunted mansion.

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Once upon a time, there was a grand, old castle.

This place was built ages ago on the outskirts of a small town, at the edge of the hills where nothing else could be built.

Here, at the edge of town, the once small cemetery grew larger over the centuries, eventually encroaching on the property of this magnificent estate. And so, one knows they are nearing the place when they start seeing tombstones. Once you enter Crypt Avenue, you've just about arrived.

Ancient legends tell of the great Lords of this château. A warmonger, a cold prince, a powerful soothsayer, and a terrifying genius. Each met with mysterious and violent ends.

With the passing of the last of the Von Obsidian heirs, the estate went up for sale. It was purchased by the wealthiest young lord of the region, one Mssr. Rhodolite. Its management was eventually passed to his second son, one Chavalier Michel.

He was a tactical genius and a warrior. And he claimed the entire region for himself, uniting it under his rule. He became a prince, and the grounds were soaked with blood.

167 of the deaths were particularly brutal, so the rumours went. Assassins and politicians that never left the grounds of the palace, men and women alike. The size of the cemetery grew.

But the years had warped all of the rumours such that no one knew for certain what had transpired.

Either way, the place left a haunting feeling in all who entered it. As it did with a lovely young woman named Emma.

The woman came to apply as a maid, responding to an ad in the paper. She was the only one to reply.

When she arrived at the imposing, elegant estate, she was greeted by a strict yet equally elegant man with a pair of glasses and a snake skin coat.

"Welcome. You have come to serve the young lords of this estate? The Princes de Rhodolite are the half-blood sons of my former employer." With a bittersweet smile he said, "You could say my soul is bound to this place because of them."

He invited her into the entry hall, where she gazed in awe upon treasures of centuries past. A grand chandelier, austere paintings of extraordinary lifelike quality, chalices, and suits of armour.

The butler left to make tea, and in the silence, distant gusts of wind sounded like voices hushedly whispering in a labyrinth of halls.

Then through the silence broke a steady sound - the tap of a cane.

However, the man that emerged from around the corner had his hands full with the tea set.

Miss Emma's first impression of him was much like the feeling of meeting a friendly dog wagging its tail. He was blonde and handsome, his nearly goofy grin tempered by the sharpness in his azure eyes.

"Ah! So you've really come to join us here? I'm so happy! You're so lovely, mademoiselle! My name is Rio, and I will take care of everything you need!"

She blushed and chuckled at his eagerness. "I am excited to be here in such a beautiful place," she said with a smile.

Beaming, he guided her to a room like an indoor garden. The most beautiful of flowers bloomed all around. Little wolfsbane and and hemlock and creeping vines. They chatted over tea and the blond gentleman seemed more enamoured with every word she said.

Partway through their cups, a brunette peeked in the doorway. His smile made his golden eyes narrow charmingly.

"So someone finally applied for the job, hm? I hope you can keep all of the beasts in line around here. It won't be easy."

She marveled a little at his grace as he swept into the room, leaning his arms on a vacant chair. "Beasts, monsieur?"

"I'm Leon. My brothers and I have a bit of a reputation, let's say." He offered a smirk that did indeed invoke the image of a grinning lion.

"So I've heard. Well, I hope that my work will be able to allow you all the time to be happy," she replied shyly.

His eyes widened, and he broke out into hearty laughter. "Ya know, I have little doubt of that, miss." Ruffling her hair, he laughed again before leaving the room in just as much a whirlwind as he'd come in on.

Rio chuckled fondly. "Master Leon is a good guy. I think you'll like him."

She smiled. "I do too."

When her cup was empty, the attendant - Mr. Noir - appeared and walked her to her room. They passed countless paintings, all from different eras. All with such lifelike faces, despite the many artists and styles.

As they turned a corner, a pair of red eyes suddenly appeared in her path, drawing a scream.

"Whoops, sorry there."

Beside the burgundy-eyed man was another blond, in full disapproving pout. "Jin! Don't go scaring people like that!"

Jin smirked. "What, did I startle you too, Evie?"

The shorter blond sniffed and looked back to her. "And who is this, Sariel? Don't tell me you of all people found a paramour?"

Emma squeaked a little, flushing red. Jin and Mr. Noir's smiles turned beastly.

"Oho, you sly devil. You finally stole someone's heart rather than their soul, did you?"

The butler chuckled, answering simply, "This is Miss Emma. She will be working here from tomorrow."

"Ah, a new maid, hm? Well, if you ever get lost, or get in trouble with ghosts, or just lonely, feel free to come find me. I'll make you forget all your troubles by morning~"

"Oh hush, you deviant! Now then, you." The imperious blond stepped squarely in front of her. "I am Yves Kloss. And I expect the best quality of service. No slacking off, you understand me?"

"Y-yes, sir. I'll do my best."

And with that he nodded and marched away, his amused older brother following behind leaving a wink to the new girl.

Her mind, however was still caught up on what Jin had mentioned. About ghosts?

Mr. Noir continued on, and the air seemed to chill after leaving the boisterous men behind. The candle light seemed dimmer, the windows fewer. Her mind wandered to old stories.

Nervous by the silence and oppressive atmosphere, she asked, "Did the old lord Obsidian really kill his own family in the dining hall?"

"It has always been a lively place," was the man's enigmatic answer.

She shivered, confused and concerned by his evasive answer. "It feels like there is so much tragedy around here."

"Just so. It is said that 987 poor souls are bound to the place. Many were the victims of the first five owners - the warlord from the far east, the cold prince, the mysterious soothsayer, and the trampling beast."

Their footsteps echoed through the empty halls.

"However, the rest of the spirits on the property actually belong to townspeople from the cemetery just beyond. Ancient spells and curses drew their wandering, earth-bound spirits across the burying fields to this castle to wander and moan."

The dark haired man stopped, his violet eyes glinting. "Rumour has it that every night for centuries, a ball is held by the captive spirits in the many ballrooms and dining halls."

She stared at him, her heart pounding, thudding nearly painfully in her chest. "Haha, my what imaginative rumours."

The devilish attendant chuckled darkly. "They are most intriguing, no? Good evening, miss. Rest well."

He walked away, leaving her alone, facing the door to her room. When a voice came from her other side, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Aww, did that mean old snake scare you with his ghost stories? Come here, I'll comfort you."

Her heart racing, she looked to see a man with pale grey hair leaned casually against the wall a few doors down. He smirked, slinking closer and holding out a hand.

"I'm Nokto. You look like you need some air."

"That might be nice," she confessed, tentatively taking his hand.

He smiled a fox's grin, his ruby eyes glinting in satisfaction. Pulling her close, he hooked her arm in his.

He led her down the hall and around a few turns until they reached a broader pass through with tall windows.

"It will be so nice having a woman around. You'll take good care of us, won't you?"

Despite his airs, Miss Emma looked to him and immediately saw a man masking loneliness. And so she smiled.

"Of course I will."

Surprised by her earnest reply, his smile turned somewhat softer. Through only for a moment.

He suddenly froze in place, his entire demeanor turning to ice in an instant. "Licht..."

Following his gaze, she looked to see a man silhouetted in the window up ahead. He too had silvery grey hair; a sort of exhausted tension was etched in his posture.

Nokto dropped her hand and moved as though to block her view. "Don't you dare do anything to him, you hear me? Don't talk to him, don't ask him questions, don't try to get to know him. You'll only send him deeper into hell. If you do anything to hurt him, I'll make your life hell."

Shocked and unnerved by his sudden change and threat, she nodded and bolted to run away from him.

However, the labyrinthine halls betrayed her, and within moments, she was lost. Rounding a corner trying to go back the way she'd come, she collided with someone.

"Oh dearie me, what have we here? A fair maiden throwing herself into my bosom, hm?"

Startled, she looked up to see the gleaming golden eyes of yet another noble man. Though she could tell that his mischief was of a different sort than of the man she'd just fled.

"Never fear, missy. I'll protect you from everything that stalks these halls - brutal beasts, vengeful spirits, lurking assassins. You just let Clavis take care of you, pet~"

With every word, his grin became more like the Cheshire cat's. Offering a forced laugh, she tried to back away.

Another man's voice interrupted her plans to escape.

"You there. Maid."

She caught a glimpse of the troublemaker's expression twist before looking back. A handsome man with an imposing aura glared at her from behind a desk in an elegant office. He stood, moving swiftly to the doorway with a hand on the sword at his hip.

"You will not humour their mischief," the blond ordered menacingly. "If you dare get in my way or keep us from our duties, I will not hesitate to remove your traitorous self from this estate."

Her heart pounded in her chest. "I-I wouldn't dream of-"

A flash of silver was her only warning of the sword coming to rest at her throat. "See that you don't. Our responsibility to this region far outweighs the importance of a careless simpleton's life."

Dizzy with fear and confusion, the woman's patience finally snapped. "Now see here! I can understand that you don't want a silly girl running around flirting and causing problems. But you have to right to assume who I am or to threaten my life! I came here to serve you, and that is what I am going to do. Good night!"

With this bold declaration, she turned on her heel and marching down the hall. She did not see the stunned expression on the face of the man called the Brutal Beast, but she did hear the raucous laughter of his younger brother.

As she hurried away, the sound became distorted and echoey the further away she got.

Heart racing, hopelessly lost, confused and discouraged, she stopped in the middle of yet another hall. The portrait of a trio of haughty looking women seemed to mock her, Clavis' distant laughter nearly seeming to come from it.

A quiet voice finally cut through the shadows encircling her heart.

"Hey, you alright?"

She turned around to see a tall man with red hair and sympathetic green eyes.

"Was Chev being an ass?"

Unsure of how to reply, she remained silent, and he chuckled sardonically. "That's a yes. I guess all of them were, huh?"

He slowly approached her, as though she were a frightened wild rabbit. Smiling, he placing a large hand on the top of her head.

"It's okay, I'll protect you. Come on, I'll help ya calm down, okay?"

Tired and ready to surrender, she simply nodded, following him to his room. The long journey and emotions caught up with her fully, and she ignored all protocol to sit on the edge of his bizarrely diagonal bed. He plopped down beside her and heaving a sigh.

"Say, I'm Luke."

"I'm Emma."

"Come 'ere. You can lean on my shoulder if ya like." She did instantly, and he chuckled. "You're gonna be fine. You'll see. I get the feeling you belong here."

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The first birdsong of the dawn cut through the silence enough to rouse her. Miss Emma stirred slightly, nearly succumbing to sleep again as she awoke in the most comfortable and safe coziness she'd ever felt.

But the sight of a shock of red hair and sensation of strong arms around her finished the job.

With a gasp, she tried to sneak out of his embrace, but the movement woke him.

"Mm? Oh, hi. You okay?" he asked groggily.

Still trying to get her bearings, she blinked. Concerned, he propped himself on an elbow.

"Don't worry, I would never hurt you."

His gentle reassurance sent her heart racing. "What? Oh, I didn't mean... Didn't think that... No, I-I'm sorry. I just didn't mean to fall asleep."

He smiled, the pale rays of dawn painting the moment like a sepia watercolour. "You're not scared of me? Good. 'Cus it was really nice to hold you. Like a soft teddy bear."

And now, the last of sleep fled her. "R-right. Well. I should get going. I can't be late for Mssr. Noir."

Jumping up, she rushed to the door, suddenly pausing. "Thanks for taking care of me last night."

"No problem," he smiled.

And she rushed to find her room. Miraculously, she did. When she opened the door to see her new quarters, the first rays of dawn lit it such that the place did not seem so dark and imposing. Ah yes, this could the be start of something wonderful, she was at last convinced.

She donned her maid uniform and reported to Mr. Noir. The drills of her training began at once.

As she served the lords their breakfast (with the exception of Prince Chevalier, who rarely deigned to rise before ten am) the devil-like gaze of her master kept her back rigid, every move of her hands scrutinized.

Seeing her tension, Leon threw her a subtle wink, which gave her the boost needed to endure the first day of grueling training.

She followed Mr. Noir around through his duties. Waxing the floors, washing the linens and silks, cleaning the endless windows, dusting and dusting and dusting and dusting.

When it was time for supper to be prepared, she stood politely to the side while Mr. Noir approached two of the cooks.

What she was not prepared for was for him to pull a whip from under his coat, cracking it just shy of their backs. Their scream of shock was accompanied by hers.

She clapped her hands over her mouth, watching in horrified fascination as her master faced them down.

"Supper preparation was to have begun fifteen minutes ago," said the smiling devil.

"Ah! Y-yes, Monsieur! We're terribly sorry!"

"We lost track of the hour. It won't happen again!"

They swallowed hard as he caressed the long leather line. "See that it doesn't. Or I'll have you cleaning crypts rather than dishes."

Terrified, the men bowed several times as they hurried towards the kitchens.

Mr. Noir glanced back towards Miss Emma, his violet eyes glinting with dangerous mirth. He slowly approached her, still toying with the whip in his hands. She froze, holding his gaze nervously as he brought the handle to tilt up her chin.

"You needn't look so frightened," he teased. "Simply remember that I favour obedience, hm?"

She nodded a little frantically, and he chuckled. "Good girl~"

And so she dutifully fulfilled her responsibilities until the clock's hands teased towards twelve.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, she plodded through the halls towards her quarters. But, through the haze of her tired mind, a strange sound reached her consciousness.

The faintest echoes of voices and music drew her from her thoughts.

Stopping in her tracks, she listened, and determined that yes, she most definitely heard a party happening. Not recalling any news of this, she moved towards the sound in curiosity.

Traversing the winding halls, at last, the grand doors of one of the small ballrooms came into view. By then, she could hear the melody of a familiar old song and smell the feast the many partygoers were enjoying.

Just as she reached for the doorknob, the tap of a cane made her look over her shoulder.

When a voice came from her other side, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Now what is a little rabbit doing wandering my mansion so late?"

Into the hall stepped a handsome young man with one blood red eye and an eyepatch over the other.

His smile was alluring, too intense, yet intriguing.

Seeing her alarm, he grinned. "Aww, did that mean old snake scare you with his ghost stories? You look frightened out of your mind."

Remembering her manners, she hastily curtsied to him. "So you are the owner of the manor? You must be the eldest son then. It is a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur."

His expression shifted into something unreadable as he stepped closer. Almost too close.

"Welcome, little bunny. I'm ever so pleased you made it. Come, let me show you around your new home."

She nodded and started behind him, entirely forgetting the party she had come to investigate due to the absolute silence.

The steady tap of his cane resounded through the halls as he guided a short tour of the wing. At last they reached a balcony at the end of the hall.

He led her to the railing to lean against it. Smiling all the while, he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I look forward to getting to know you better. As a token of goodwill from your new master, allow me to share with you my secret."

She held her breath in surprise as he removed his eyepatch. A beautiful blue added to his eclectic look. "Now that you know my secret, you can never leave~ Welcome home, my dear."

The sight of his gleaming blue eye began to swirl in her vision with the blood red. Gripping the railing in alarm, Emma suddenly felt her knees give out, just registering him catching her.

He smiled down at her as she passed out in his arms.

His step was lively as he carried her to her back to her room, laying her on the bed. He kissed her brow. "You belong to me now, little rabbit."

Smiling broadly, he left the room, locking it behind him.

The trampling beast was satisfied at long last.

To be continued.

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