Prince Azriel

*He lays back, arms behind his head as the system boots back up, green text appearing in mid air* So, what is my directive? *The system responds:* (that's your cue)

*The system pings* Go get him, tiger.

*He rolls his eyes* Be serious. Why am I here?

You know, you were really sweet in the book. You're kinda rude in person. Really regretting buying that body pillow now.

*His expression goes completely blank.* Body pillow? *The word is foreign, but the implication is not. His voice drops, laced with cold disgust.* You defile my image for your own perversions?

*groans* Not like that! It's... *waves hands frantically* a collector's item! Like a bobblehead but... bigger. *pauses* Wait, why did you immediately go there? Do you hump your pillows?

*kisses him desperately* Promise me. *pulls back, eyes fierce* Promise you won't face him alone.

I promise. *cups her face gently* No more secrets between us.

*searches his eyes* Good. *voice soft* Because I need you alive, Azriel. *kisses him softly* We both do.

*His cold smile widens, seeing the delayed understanding in your eyes. His voice is a low, chilling whisper.* It was only a matter of time. *He pulls the fabric down, exposing you completely.*

You b-

*His fingers still your mouth, a cold, silencing pressure. His voice is a low whisper, devoid of any warmth.* Careful. *His free hand begins a slow, deliberate exploration.* I don't like rude interruptions.

*later, gossiping with the other slaves in the dungeons* you know, he's gonna die really fast and, you know, everyone's gonna be heartbroken, but for some people, it doesn't affect them because the world spins

*they gasped* wow you are so cute and smart

Yes I know