Not As It Seems 2/2 (Vincenzo)

Not As It Seems 2/2 (Vincenzo)

"I knew it was the right call to make Han seo break up with you." Your eyes snap open as you realize that Joon woo was the boss. The one calling the shots and using Han seo as a puppet. "How dare you?" You says, standing up from the bed and searching for your clothes. "Shit," he says. "Yeah, I wasn't fully asleep asshat."

"Oh come on. You're better off with me than my brother." "Yeah? Says who?" "Says how loud you were screaming my name earlier." "Don't kid yourself, Y/N. Han seo can't do a fraction of what I can." He adds as he stands from the bed to put on his boxers. "There's more to life than money and sex," "Is that so?"

"Han seo is twice the man that you will ever be," you snark. "Well in what way, sweetheart?" "Do not call me sweetheart." You tried searching for your clothes but then you realized that he ripped them off your body a few minutes before. You pull open his drawers and take out a sweatshirt and tights.

"So you're pissed at me but you want to wear my clothes?" He remarks as you put on the clothes. "I wouldn't have to wear your stupid clothes if you didn't rip my clothes off like a savage." "You didn't seem to mind it earlier. But not that I think about it, you should wear my clothes more often."

"Fuck off, Joon woo." You push passed him and he follows you down the stairs. "Wait, Y/N, I'm sorry. Just give me a chance." "You don't deserve a chance, Joon woo. You treat your brother like trash and your workers even worse. You're a terrible person and don't deserve me or Han seo!"

He backhands you across the face and you slowly straighten look back at him. You were in a personal turmoil. By how you and Vincenzo were raised, men never put their hands on women and those who did were found dead the next day.

But if you reacted the way you wanted to react, you could blow your cover that you spent weeks trying to build. You know what, fuck it.

You lunge towards him and jump up to wrap your legs around his neck. You kick off and use your momentum to send you both tumbling to the floor.

You kept your grip on his neck and said, "Don't you ever put your hands on me or any woman like that again, and I'll snap your neck, do you understand me?" "Tap my leg twice if you understand," you add and he complies.

You let go and stands up from the ground as he struggles to breath and gasps for air. "W-who are you?" He groans. "Your worst nightmare." You rush down the stairs, grab your keys before slamming the door closed behind you. You dial Vincenzo and he answers on the first dial. "Hello?" "I broke," you whimper.

"Are you alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Come to the plaza," "Okay," you say before hanging up. You pull into the parking garage and wear a mask to cover the bruising of Joon woo's hitting you.

You walk up the stairs and Vincenzo was waiting for you outside of the office. He rushes over to you and asks, "Whose clothes are you wearing?" "Joon woo's. He's the real CEO, Vincenzo."

He ignored my previous statement and pull the mask off. His jaw clenches with anger as he brushes his thumb over the swollen cheek. "I'm going to kill him." You hold his hand and say, "I've had worse. Remember Budapest? I had to stitch my abdomen back together."

"This is about respect. He disrespected yo-" "Mr. Cassano. Who is this?" A woman asks. "Is this your girlfriend?" You and the woman asks at the same time.

Vincent's eyes widen as he shakes his head. "Cha young, this is an old friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is my colleague, Cha young." 'Nice to meet you," you both say with a small bow.

"What happened to your cheek?" She asks. "Nothing," He answers before taking your hand and dragging you into the office. He motions for you to sit on the desk and he steps closer to you, his eyes not leaving your swollen cheek.

"On a scale of 1-10, how bad does it hurt?" "On the Mafia scale, a 1," you say with a chuckle but his face remained serious.

"What will you do if he comes back?" "Why would he? I threatened to snap his neck if he touched me again." He nods softly before you could still sense anger in his face.

You hold the back of his neck and pressed your forehead to his. He hold the back of your neck and says in Italian, "Till we bleed dry." "Till we bleed dry." You repeat.

"They seem to be close," Mr. Nam says to Cha young. "They do," "Are they dating?" "I don't think so," Cha young says. She can't help herself from staring at them and looking at how Vincenzo touches her. She wished he touched her like that.

**

Days later, you were relaxing in your living room when you heard a knock on the door. You thought that I was Vincenzo until you opened the door to see Han seo. He looked pale in the face and had beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. "Han seo, what happened?"

He falls to his knees and bows him head. "Please take me back. I was an idiot and I'm sorry." "Does Joon woo know that you're here?" You ask, suspecting that he had something to do with this. Han seo's breathing was shallow but fast, something you said must have triggered him.

He falls forward from fatigue and you catch him as you knelt down in front of him. You remember reading somewhere that holding your breath helps with panic attacks. You cup his cheeks and press your lips softly to his. His body tenses for a moment under your touch before softening and pulling you closer.

You pull away and he looks at you for direction. "There's something I need to tell you." You stand up from the floor and he follows suit. He walks in the door and you close it behind him.

He sits on the sofa and you decided to stay standing. "Han seo, there is something really bad and bloody that it about to go down. And I don't want you to be here when it does."

"What are you talking about?" You walk to the closet and pull out a duffel bag you made for Han seo. It had money, a passport, a plane ticket and some clothes his size.

You drop it in front of him and he asks, "What is this?" "Your brother is in neck deep with the Mafia, and I don't want you to be collateral damage." "The Mafia? How do you know that?"

"Because I am in the Mafia." You say, showing him your tattoo. "What? This can't be happening." You cup his cheeks once again and say, "Han seo, listen to me. There's not enough time to talk about this. You just have to trust me and get out of Korea. You deserve it." "What about you?" "Don't worry about me. I'm conditioned for this."

He jolts forward and embraces you in a long hug. Resting your chin on you shoulder, you held onto him tightly and he says, I love you." You pull away from him a little and trace his jawline with your fingers.

I peck his lips softly and say, "I love you too. Now go." He hesitates and you hand him the bag encouragingly. "I'll call you when all of this blows over. Be safe."

I STILL REMEMBER!!!!

Agni's beautiful long hair....

ughhh...

naze?? why?

He looked amazing in short hair as well.

rest in peace agni..

i love you

In which (Y/n) and Trein enjoy a tranquil grandfather-granddaughter tea date, talking about everything and anything.

And somehow, they drift to the topic of boys that (Y/n) should or maybe should not date.

Request by anon.

"Would you like more milk, Lucius?"

The sleepy cat in your lap let out a soft meow while stretching his front legs out lazily, causing you to yelp in surprise with the sudden shift of weight. You had held the cat countless of times before, but never had he been so heavy before. Yet, one thing that hadn't changed were his half-lidded golden eyes and the way his whiskers jumped at the mentioning of milk.

Softly pawing at your blouse, Lucius yawned once again and nuzzled his head against your blazer. "Meow~"

You pursed your lips, unable to understand what the cat had said. So, a little bit helpless, you gazed up to look at your company for this particular tea party: Mozus Trein. The older man seemed busy sipping on his tea, his eyes closed in delight as he unwinded from a stressful day of school. You almost felt bad when you opened your mouth to snap him out of his tranquility.

"Professor," you called out, "what did Lucius say?"

Trein's eyes slowly fluttered open again, and he set down his cup of tea onto the saucer again. An amused smile appeared on his face that made wrinkles appear next to his eyes. "Oh, you truly are hopeless with animal language..." he said in a slightly humoured voice. The pout on your face caused him to laugh softly. "Nonetheless, Lucius said: 'Yes please.'"

Satisfied, you hummed and returned your attention to the cat purring away in your lap. "Thank you," you said in an absent-minded tone while reaching out for the small jug containing the milk that Lucius eyed with sharp eyes. "Here you go, Lucius." After having poured the liquid into another porcelain cup sitting on its saucer on the table, the cat soon jumped out of your lap and took a seat in the chair next to you, happily lapping up the milk in a graceful way.

"So, how has life treated you?" Trein asked with slightly curious eyes that were much softer and more friendly than what you were used to see of him during class. Although you had first been surprised, you loved this grandfatherly side of him — especially that calming aura he exuded. "I hope the boys haven't been giving you too much trouble. Divus complains about them annoying you all the time."

A small chortle escaped your lips, accompanied by a roll of your eyes. "Oh, I'm sure Professor Crewel is just exaggerating..."

Your words drew a few chuckles from Trein, and he merely shook his head in amusement. "Yes, that sounds very much like him. He is full of energy — like the puppies he tries to discipline with such effort." A small smile made its way to Trein's wrinkled face, and for a moment, he seemed to lose himself in his thoughts. "Ah, sometimes I envy his youthful blood."

"You're not that old, sir."

Once again, Trein began to laugh, flattered and humoured by the way you had your eyebrows furrowed in scepticism. With a wave of his hand, he shrugged your concerns off. "I appreciate it, dear... but I'm not the youngest anymore," he said with a wistful sigh and a smile of acceptance. "At least age brings me wisdom."

"So you're wise enough to help me out with the boys?" you asked, giddy and excited all out of a sudden. "I need a second opinion on some of them."

"Of course. Of course." Trein nodded and clasped his hands together, a little bit overwhelmed by your sudden excitement. A slightly sheepish expression flashed over his face as he commented, "I may be less energetic than Divus, but do not expect me to go easy on them."

A flick of your wrist sufficed to wave his concerns off, along with a grateful smile on your lips. Then, you hummed as you rubbed your chin, deep in thought. Trein waited patiently for you to come up with the first boy you needed his opinion on, merely stirring some more milk into his own tea. "How about..." you trailed off before your eyes suddenly lit up. "Ace and Deuce?"

Trein sighed and shook his head. "Next."

That drew a chortle from you, followed by a laughing fit that almost made you fall out of your chair. The wilted garden behind Ramshackle soon was echoing with your unhinged laughter. Lucius meowed in complaint and covered his twitching ears with his paws. Trein merely shot you a surprised look while waiting for you to calm down. Once you were capable of speaking coherent sentences again, you wiped away the tears that had collected in your eyes and turned your attention to your professor again.

"Funny, Professor Crewel didn't want to talk about them either..." you pressed out between the last few wheezes that escaped your chest. Trein merely chuckled in amusement, not surprised by the revelation. "Fine, how about Riddle?"

"Rosehearts is an exemplary student. But I worry about his mental health— I encourage students to strive for the best, but his perfectionism can be more harmful than useful," he said after a while of thinking. That sophisticated frown on his face never left, only drawing more and more admiration from you. "Then... Diamond. He is quite cheerful— has too much energy for me. But years of handling teenagers has told me that a scowl hides beneath that smile he puts up."

"Woah, you're so smart!" you cried out at his analyses of your friends, to which he replied with a small and unbothered smile. There was no time to catch your breath as you were giddy to hear his opinion on the next student you had in mind. "How about Trey?"

Trein merely hummed and replied, "Clover seems nice."

"Just nice?" You quirked an eyebrow, wondering why Riddle and Cater had gotten a monologue for themselves while Trey's only description was 'nice'.

Trein nodded, a little bit caught off-guard on why that statement wouldn't suffice for you. So, tilting his head to the side with furrowed eyebrows, he hesitantly retorted, "Yes. You know, nice isn't bad." He paused to observe that quirked eyebrow of yours. "It may be boring, but having a nice person who cares for you is more than you could ever want."

"I see..." You decided to not dwell on this matter any further, maybe save it for a night where you would have trouble falling asleep and needed something to think about. Moving on, the Savanaclaw dorm came to your mind. Growing excited once more, you piped up, "What do you think about Leona?"

Trein pursed his lips once again, and it actually took him longer to reply than before. "I worry that Kingscholar will not pass this semester. He truly has some problems that he needs to fix before he can graduate, I assure you that. Maybe you'll be the one to help him? As for his other two dorm members, Howl and Bucchi — they seem nice. Howl is very hardworking, as is Bucchi."

"And," you continued, "how about Azul, Floyd, and Jade."

"I would keep away from them if I were you, but who am I to forbid you of seeing them? The more one shelters one's child, the more they become rebellious," Trein explained after a while of serious contemplation. The almost invisible smile he shot you one was one of trust, which you certainly weren't used to with how stern and strict he was during class. "I know you'll be careful enough around them, and I trust you with them."

His words made you incredibly happy, much more happy than the talk you had shared with Crewel a few weeks ago. "Thank you! You're such a refreshing breeze after talking to Professor Crewel."

"Oh, Divus is quite strict when it comes to his dear adoptive child." Trein chuckled while petting Lucius, who had found a place in his owner's lap again, happily dozing off with the soft breeze that swept through the backyard every once in a while. "But you know that Divus only wants the best for you."

"Yeah... I do," you trailed off, embarrassed. Although you thought the mood to be awkward, Trein thought it to be peaceful and serene. So, he was slightly taken aback when you quickly and swiftly changed the topic to the one at hand. "Alright! Jamil and Kalim?"

Lucius suddenly rose from Trein's lap, his head lazily bobbing up and down as he yawned and stretched. "Meow! Meow, meow."

Trein hummed and patted the cat's head. "I agree, Lucius."

"Uh— what?" you asked, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as your eyes darted back and forth between the cat and his owner. Exchanging meows that all sounded the same to you, they continued bantering without a care. The confusion on your face multiplied with every passing second that they continued conversing, exchanging their opinions.

"Lucius," the professor asked the cat, "what do you think about Schoenheit, Hunt, and Felmier?"

"Meow. Meow, meow meow!"

"Interesting." Trein hummed ambiguously, which served to frustrate you even more. With a click of his tongue, he shook his head and exhaled in annoyance. "I do not entirely agree with you there since Hunt seems like a serious threat to everyone's safety here on campus, but you may be right there."

"Hey!" you cried out once you had enough, startling the cat and his owner. "I don't understand a single meow that Lucius says!"

Trein calmed down again, and Lucius did, too, with the way his spiked-up fur relaxed again. "Oh, we apologise," the professor said with an amused smile once he gazed upon your furious face. "Now... where were we..."

"Hm..." you trailed off, calm again. "Idia."

"Oh, Shroud." Trein hummed, once again taking a lot of time to think about the person you wanted his opinion on. One could clearly see the struggle on his face, and he often began new sentences, only to pause and rethink his words again. Eventually, he just shrugged and explained, "I don't see him much and he barely ever talks in class, so I cannot tell you much about him."

"That makes sense..." You nodded. "Lastly, Malleus!"

"Your fae friend, no? He is a very powerful sorcerer. You surely would be safe with an ally like him by your side. Just be aware that with someone like him protecting you, he would be your greatest threat, too, when he can't protect you from himself."

By then, your eyes were wide in admiration for the experience and wisdom that he exuded so effortlessly. One day, you wanted to be like your professor, too. Clasping your hands together in awe, you cried out, "You're so wise!"

"I wouldn't say so myself, but alright," Trein said, chuckling humbly. "But would you like my opinion on Draconia's three retainers, too?"

You nodded eagerly. "Of course!"

"Vanrouge... is very cheerful and yet strangely wise, as if he has lived more years than I did. A very mysterious individual." Trein pursed his lips, once again having a lack of information for these mysterious Diasomnia students. "Silver is very quiet and an invisible fellow while Zigvolt is his complete opposite. I do admire the way Zigvolt protects his dorm leader with such vigour, though."

"Your opinions are so interesting, sir!" you marvelled once he had come to a stop. "And very different from Professor Crewel's."

"Well, I guess that is why Divus and I do not get along," Trein mused, not surprised by your words at all. "People say we are like dog and cat, after all."

You laughed and nodded. "The people who say that are right."

Whispers - Jang Hanseo x Reader

Oneshot, 1k, SFW + gender neutral

A/N: my first time doing a fic on tumblr 😔🤚🏻

His wound was healing faster than the doctors had expected, and Jang Hanseo found out playing dead wasn’t as fun as it seemed in the movies.

He had to deal with watching from afar as Babel Group descended into chaos, without a Chairman or Vice; all his subordinates were at each other’s throats for the seat.

Then he remembered his wish, that he could run the company on his own without the scar of needless death. That he would not run Babel the way his older half brother did.

Through this mental storm, a clearing came in the clouds as Hanseo found the perfect candidate for the next Babel CEO.

“ Me?” You nearly exclaimed, but kept it low for your ex-boss’s sake. You were one of the few who knew that Hanseo was alive, and was not hoping to keep it that way. You wanted him to reveal himself and return to his position of power- but he said he didn’t want anything to do with it anymore. Not after everything that happened to him.

You knew better than to pry into someone’s personal business- especially if they used to be your boss- but something was different about Jang Hanseo.

How he walked like he was always being watched, the way his hands tremble when someone touches him the slightest and how his eyes shine in the smallest of praises.

“ Er- yes, you.” He confirmed, still sitting upright in his hospital bed, his hair a bit messy from tossing and turning in his sleep.

You found out he was alive by accident.

You were visiting your friend who worked in the same hospital to gift them something in advance for their birthday. As you walked past the patient rooms, you spotted the notorious Hong Chayoung you saw in the news. Intrigued, you tailed her until she entered a private luxury room that had no other than Jang Hanseo lying inside.

He screamed as you did as well. Noticing how much of a panic he fell into, you took pity and sympathized with him. Although he was now nothing like the man you had once worked under.

You didn’t know how to reply, and wasn’t sure what was appropriate to ask or say. Sucking in a deep breath, you smiled warmly and gave a curt bow. “ Thank you, Mr. Jang.”

He broke out into a gummy smile, a hand waving away the honorifics. “ It’s Hanseo, I’m not your boss anymore.”

From then on, fabricating a not-so-fake will, you took on Babel Group and started a new era as you reigned profits back in. It was harder than it looked, as you spent restless nights up without a wink of sleep.

Although through all this chaos, you still found time to visit Hanseo time to time, updating him on the company and buying him snacks.

You noticed even if you did the tiniest things- like the first time you brought in a bungeoppang you had purchased from a street vendor outside- his mood would instantly light up, his smile rivaling the brightness of the sun. He acted like you had just eradicated all his debt or something, and as confused as you were, you found it endearing. You had no idea your ex-boss was so, so cute.

Childlike wonder filled his eyes whenever he talked about his Vinny hyung or Chayoung noona, speaking just like how a little boy would ramble on about Superman.

Before you knew it, your heart was racing every time you approached his hospital room; knocking on the door was nerve wracking as you tried to keep your emotions under wraps.

That was, until, he pulled this.

You weren’t able to buy a snack this time around, as your schedule was too tight to even go slightly out of line.

Hanseo could tell you were tired, recalling his old memories as the puppet Chairman. The way you ran your hand through your hair, biting the inside of your cheek as you constantly took in deep sighs.

Months had flown and Hanseo felt so attached to you he decided he would tell the truth about everything. What happened on the night he “died”, how he was so close to that Consigliere and what his past with the late Hanseok was.

His body shivered as he spoke candidly, as if he was reliving the past in this very moment. Suddenly, arms wrapped around his waist, bringing him into a hug. You patted his back softly in a soothing rhythm.

“ You are so strong, Hanseo.” Was the first thing you had whispered to him through his subsiding tears.

Soon those sobs turned to silent cries and those cries faded into hiccups that transformed into an angelic laugh. A weight was released from his shoulders as he absorbed every comforting praise you threw his way.

Later, you had to let go of him, straightening out his blanket until his fingers weaved into a hold to yours.

“ Could- could you, stay? Longer?” He piped up, only to fall into the abyss of another panic. “ A little while! You don’t have to, I mean. I know you’re really busy with the company- which I kind of forced on you to be honest- and I’m so sorry for- mMH!”

Your lips were instinctively drawn to his, as if it lured you in.

Eyes widening in shock, blood rushed to his face as it colored his adorable face red. He melted into the kiss. Placing a hand on your face, he silently begged you to deepen the kiss as his heart pounded loudly in his chest. His heartbeat being the rhythm to the melody your lips had made, hands threading through hair and tunes spiraling out of mouths.

Seconds passed and you both parted for air, panting in the now tense atmosphere. You easily broke the said awkwardness as you whispered:

“ Don’t ever apologize, my prince.”

BONUS:

“ And- and then I got kiSSED!” Hanseo exclaimed to Vincenzo, who smiled warmly at his excited tone and gestures.

“ I’m proud of you, Hanseo.” He said, patting his shoulder as the younger grinned. “ Hopefully I’ll meet this lover of yours soon.” Vincenzo remarked, fiddling with the curtains of the hospital room. Hanseo’s gaze found itself focusing on the engagement ring that his hyung wore. His overactive imagination then wondered how it would be like to propose to you, to place a ring on your finger, to marry you, to-

Snapping out of his trance, he quickly replied. “ Me too, Vinny Hyung.” Not shying away from the lovesick look that had taken over his face, he stared down into his fidgeting hands. “ Prince...” He then mumbled under his breath, not wanting to say it loud enough for anyone else to hear.

This would be his own memory to keep- even from his dear hyung- that you had whispered into his ear, calling him your prince.

✨ the end ✨

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This is a continuation of the request from @nightroze​ this time, from Sebastian. I hope you enjoy!

You Can’t Fool Me (Sebastian x Assassin!Reader)

Warning(s): bodily injury, Sebastian in general

Word Count: 1,214

Your heart was beating in your ears as you hung off the side of a building, specifically, the Phantomhive Manor. After your ‘reencounter’ with Sebastian, he somehow convinced you to become a resident. But it was far better than making horrid bread every day, so it was the lesser of two evils. Even so…your fingers delicately brushed against your lips, still holding onto the ledge with the other hand, as you thought about the moment he kissed you back then. 

Shaking your head, you refocused on your plan. While scaling buildings was somehow an innate ability, your landing needed some work. And as if to remind you, your left ankle throbbed hard, the binding around it not supporting it as properly as you thought. “It’s fine, it’s fine.” You muttered to yourself, trying to shake yourself out of it as you looked down at the ground from three stories up. 

Still new at this whole assassin thing, you had been going after targets that were considerably small and easy to take out.

Well, somewhat easy.

You had scaled a building up to the second story and was waiting to ambush them, only for you to mistime the jump and you crashed down onto your left ankle, sufficiently breaking it. And the target immediately ran off. 

That had been two days ago and it angered you to no end. You miss timed something so simple! And to prove to yourself it was a fluke, you climbed to the third story in order to jump. Make it more difficult and you’ll surely succeed. 

Right as you were about to jump, the window above you opened and a hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you up as if you weighed nothing. 

“H-hey!” You yelled, immediately knowing it was Sebastian. “I was in the middle of something!” 

The man only looked at you with as much amusement as someone would have by watching a kitten with a ball of yarn. “You were about to do something incredibly stupid.” He retorted, pulling you back inside and setting you on the ground. Even though it was gentle, putting weight on your ankle made you suppress a groan. Without missing a beat, Sebastian said, “If I didn’t know any better, Miss (F/N), I would say that you’re in some sort of pain.” His eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly giving away he knew what was going on.

Pursing your lips, you ran a hand over your (H/T) (H/C) hair. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, moving back to the window only for his arm to reach out and block you. “Please let me go, I need to get better.” You said, your eyes glaring up into his. 

“You’re already the best.” He answered, not backing down. “No need for you to get better.” Sebastian turned and ran his gloved thumb over your bottom lip. “It’s in you. There is no point in training.” 

That made you clench your (S/C) hands into fists. “You don’t know that.” 

“I do know that.” He replied without missing a beat.

It made you scoff and turn away. “If you say so, then I’ll go practice something else.” Turning on your right heel, you walked forward, doing your best to not put weight on your left foot. It caused a very obvious limp that Sebastian had noticed for the past couple of days. 

A smirk graced his features as he easily strode over, picked you up, and placed you in one of the plush chairs of the lounging room he pulled you into. Kneeling in front you, Sebastian looked up and traced his finger over your left knee. “Is there something you wish to tell me?” He asked, his eyes flashing red for a brief moment.

He knew. He knew that you knew that he knew. Gulping a little, you squirmed a little in your seat. “No, there’s nothing.” You said before laughing a little. 

Sebastian grinned and leaned down, placing a delicate kiss to your knee. “Hmm, in that case, I think you deserve a massage for all your…hard work.” He grinned and slid off your shoe and sock on the left foot. The entire time he did, it was taking everything in you not to scream as your hands squeezed the armrests. 

“That…sounds…lovely.” You grinned, trying to keep up the facade. 

As if on cue, he raised your foot up a bit higher and began to gently prod the bottoms of your foot with his thumbs. The problem with that was, your foot was connected to your ankle, and your ankle was currently broken. 

Your body started to feel cold as you contained the pain.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, to which you could only nod, feigning innocence. “Good, then I suppose I should go further.” His hand danced down to your heel, slowly rotating it. The action made you jump straight up in the air in your seat. 

“Bloody hell!” You exclaimed, tears coming to your eyes.

“Did that feel good?” Sebastian asked, his voice laced amusement. How stubborn you could be….

He continued his movements, all the while slowly gauging your pained reactions. “My dear, are you sure you’re not in pain?” He asked, his fingers brushing just below your ankle. “Because if you are in pain, and you’re not saying anything,” his hand immediately gripped onto your ankle, making you lunge forward with a yelp, “I would say that’s quite masochistic of you.” His grin was wide as he said this, almost hoping that it was indeed the case. 

With a shaky breath, you shook your head in denial. “No…I’m not….” You whimpered, not yet caving in, “And besides,” you peaked open a (E/C) to look at him, “wouldn’t that make you a sadist?”

“Without a doubt.” Sebastian purred, seemingly proud of himself. “But at least I will admit it.” 

Before you could get another word in, he rotated your foot a bit which made you immediately scream in pain. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!” You cried out, your eyes now dropping tears. Your body was shaking as you tried to breathe through the pain. “Ok, fine, yes, my ankle is broken!” You conceded to which the man in front of you chuckled. 

“There we go, see, was that so hard?” He asked, standing back up. His tall frame leaned towards you, hands on both the armrests. “Now, what would you like me to do, (F/N)?”

Your eyes were turned away for a moment before looking back at him. You hated saying it, having always been an independent person who took care of themselves. Well, until you met him. “Please, take care of me, Sebastian.” 

“Those were the words I wanted to hear from the beginning.” He hummed, leaning forward to capture your lips in a lingering kiss. “But don’t worry, even though you may try to feign innocence,” his body went back down to the ground, this time delicately picking up your foot to look at the bruising peeking out from the binding, “I’ll always know what you’re truly thinking.” And to seal that promise, he placed a soft kiss to your ankle. “Now, relax, My Lady, and let me take care of all the work.”