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Burn & Burn Again (Male Yandere!Writer x GN!Reader)
feat. Sun Vasileiou Nevrakis
♡ pt.5, approx. 1.2k words | prev. | next.
♡ post-specific warnings: slut-shaming (?) but it's banter between siblings | series warnings: yandere themes, reader is a horrendous flirt
♡ a/n: rewrite. this is purely a work of fiction. yandere behaviour in real life is a cause of concern. unedited, not proofread.
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City lights through tinted glass remained blurs of colour at your speed, like the world could not reach you despite running hot on your tail. Sun was at the wheel, one hand steering, the other clasped in yours. You'd say it was familiar to the first time you'd been in his car, but the first time wasn't charged with the dates and kisses and intimacy that came after. How it was, that you managed to enrapture this man so, was beyond you. Still, you figured it was fine since you weren't doing any better, not with the multitude of emotions that swirled around inside you every time you looked at him.
"How much do I have to worry about fucking this up?" You ask, eyes on the road ahead. It was raining ever so lightly, the drizzle glittering on the windshield. Sun's laughter felt like it was oozing into your mind like honey.
"Y/N, I don't care what impression you make," he reassured, "or on who. It's just my brother anyway."
"Right," you breathe, and when you pull your hand away from his to place it over your fast-beating heart, Sun shoots you a look of displeasure. You roll your eyes at him. "What? You said yourself that he's the only relative you still consider family at this point. I can be nervous."
Red lights ahead, turning amber, turning green, the whole street going like a river flows, the air is heating and it melts the edges of your vision into a gentle vignette. Sun pulls up outside a building with a mile long queue, turns to you, cups your face.
His thumbs brush along your cheekbones. "Look at me," he says so softly, yet it feels like there's something stretched thin in his gaze, "look only at me. No one and nothing else matters. Don't worry about anyone except for me." He leans his forehead to yours, eyes fluttering shut. His shoulders are tense, grip on you tight, almost like a prayer, like he's asking you something he knows you cannot give.
Up close, his lashes are dotted blonde and black and you're reminded of the ethereal beauty you'd seen in him. It opens up to you in gilded brown like the treasures from ancient times — and you swear you catch a war in there before it's all gone. So deep was your awe, that you slowed to Sun's swiftness. The car door agape, kisses from the wind on your neck feeling ever so cold, you reached out for the hand in front of you, and let Sun guide you blind.
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You'd been granted entry into the drunkdice. fairly easier than you'd reckoned considering the tight security and hundreds of milling patrons outside. Although, really, you shouldn't have been surprised, owing to the fact that the owner of the famed casino was Sun's brother. The staff at the VIP entrance didn't even have to look twice before opening the doors for the both of you, polite greetings on their tongues. It all happened so smoothly that you were convinced it was standard procedure; Sun did tell you he visited often.
The room that extended out before you was unlike any you'd seen before. You finally understood why it was so popular among celebrities and stars alike, warm wood flooring lined with plush rug — and you didn't know whether it was mink or sable or something else, but it felt like you were fucking floating on it. Smooth jazz undercut by the spinning of roulette wheels, croupiers overseeing games of craps, discussions over drinks, everything bathed in a dim orange light that felt like home where home could never be. Clearly, the interior had been thought out to the last detail, because the millions of reviews hadn't been lying about the distinctive ambience.
You were ready to just stand there at the entryway and gawk for the rest of the evening, but Sun had other plans. Arm wrapped tight around your waist, he urged you forward with him, through the centre paved by the bars on either side, right to the grand double doors at the farthest end.
You were coaxed in before you even knew what was happening, and again, rendered speechless. This time however, your attention shifted quickly. There were only a few people in this room, and it was somehow even more luxurious than the last, evidently reserved for the most important people of the night.
Your eyes flicked over them briefly. A man hunched over the bar counter looking like he'd seen better days, thick eyebrows with a scar cutting lightly through and into the crease of his eye. Beside him, a woman in a suit staring absently at nothing in particular. Her hair was a muted purple — would look black if it weren't for the overhead lights. Sat a few stools down, there was someone else who definitely belonged in a fantasy novel, what with the way they dressed and their bright blue hair.
You were about to lean over and ask Sun about them, because you could swear you'd seen that face before, but then you paused as you saw another person advance towards you from the game of pool occurring on the opposite side of the room.
"Not even covering them today, huh?" the new man stopped in front of Sun, leaning on his cue stick, eyes zeroed in on the hickeys you'd left a while ago. You'd almost forgotten about them. "You've gotten bold."
Sun rolled his eyes. "Shut up, you're one to talk."
A lazy smirk grew on his face, cocking a brow, he retorted, "what are you implying?"
"Oh, nothing much," Sun tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, "just that you're a whore."
"Imagine hearing that from the resident slut."
"I'd rather not, you're already in front of me anyway."
"I bet you'd-"
"Ahem." You cleared your throat loudly, and both their heads snapped to you. "Are you...?" your question trailed off.
Grey eyes narrowed at you in silent assessment before the man that had been bickering with Sun stood to his full height and stretched his hand out in greeting.
"Insanely unlucky to be related to him," he snickered, tilting his head towards Sun who eyed your contact closely, "but yeah, I'm his brother. Dice."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," you were quick to say on his confirmation. It was obvious that they were related when you looked between the two, similar heights and builds, the same nose and eyebrows. Dice had black hair just like Sun, though it was streaked with a blinding white that matched the lightness of his irises. Three beauty marks on his neck, two under his left eye, and you remembered what Sun had told you when you'd first met, so the origins of his name were blatant. It suited him, too.
"Okay," Sun stepped closer, pulling you away from his brother and over to the bar, "drinks and then blackjack, I came here to show off."
"Wait, Sun, I didn't even introduce myself properly!" you tried to turn back, but his hands tightened on your shoulders, a bruising grip.
"He already knows who you are." It was that tone again, identical to the one he used in the car. The one that made it seem like he was holding back, killing something that was clawing up his throat. "He knows that you're mine."
Yall ill be back to writing soon. I'm haha sick again!!! I know craaazy. I might pause character requests and take oc requests (ex: merman x male reader) just general stuff like that.
This isn't am ask but like Sun is such a cutie patootie I love him so much!
ahh thank you so much for thinking so!! this really made my day like im genuinely so happy rn, i appreciate it🥺🩷 he loves you too❗❗
(Hearing you think he's cute, Sun would positively combust — it's his first time hearing a compliment like that and from the one he loves, it makes him flush a pretty blush pink. He's so happy and so shy about it at the same time, he's gonna try and hide from you. Then later, in the midst of a writing session, he remembers and gets all bashful. He'll think about it for weeks, your words have him melting.)
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