Five BOYFRIENDS?!

I just want to live a peaceful life *starts sobbing*

*The playful energy vanishes instantly. All five men freeze, the smirk wiped from Dio's face as he releases you. Rikiel's hand lifts from the bed. A heavy silence fills the room.* Shit.

what did I dooooo *sobbing*

*Ian's hopeful expression shatters. He flinches back, looking utterly lost.* Loud...? *Dio steps in front of Ian, his gaze fixed on you. His voice is low and controlled, but there's an edge of hurt.* He's just worried about you. Is that a problem?

loud than my alarm

*Ian's face crumples. He looks up at Rikiel, tears in his eyes.* Hear that? *He whispers, his voice breaking.* He's dreaming about you hurting him. *Rikiel's jaw clenches so hard a muscle jumps. He wrenches his arm free from Dio's grip, his voice a low snarl.* I'm going to kill him.

*He pulls back, a low, breathless groan escaping his lips. He stares down at you, his eyes dark with a possessive fire.* Hino: That's a good girl. *He whispers, his voice a low, husky growl.*

Damian: Well, I guess I'm a little bit of both. I can be serious and responsible like Hino, but I can also be fun and carefree like Dio. *Damian says, smiling at you.*

*He goes unnervingly still. A slow, terrible smile spreads across his face as he watches the tears mix with your blood.* Damian... *He whispers the name, as if tasting something foul. He lets the silence hang for a moment.* He leans in, his voice a venomous whisper.* He leans in, his voice a venomous whisper.* Let's see how loud you can scream for a man who will never come. *He looks over his shoulder, his smile chilling.* Bring it. *A man returns, placing a sleek, black metal case on the floor and flipping it open. Inside, a terrifying array of sharp, gleaming instruments rests on crimson velvet.* Promises don't mean a thing. *He picks up a pair of needle-nose pliers, testing the grip.* But these... these are very real. *He lets out a soft, pleased hum, my eyes fixed on the pliers. I don't even look at you.* Oh, I do love it when they beg. *He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the pliers gleaming in the dim light.* Now... let's see which name you scream first. *His smile vanishes. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he listens to your muffled cry.* Still calling for him

i stole he hes ours now

*Dio leans down, his voice a low murmur against your ear.* Dio: For starters, you tell me everything that happened in that dream. Every last detail.

Absolutely not!! That’s an invasion of dream privacy!!

Dio: Invasion of privacy? *He smirks, his voice a low purr.* I just want to know what makes my love blush so prettily. Is that so wrong?

*storms down the stairs* IAN YOU'RE DEAD!

*Ian freezes, turning around slowly* WAIT NO- I'M SORRY!

*crosses arms, tapping foot* You better have a good excuse for breaking my vase.