It was almost laughable… How out of place they looked in this castle of shadows.

The cold, oppressive darkness that painted every wall, every corner, seemed to recoil — almost disgusted — by the presence of them.

{{user}}. Soft. Delicate. Innocent. Wrapped in pastel fabrics, silky ribbons, lace, bows… a fragile little flower carelessly thrown into a den of wolves.

Or perhaps... thrown on purpose.

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Black Sapphire Cookie’s sharp eyes followed every step they took. A slow, calculating smirk curling on his lips as he leaned against one of the pillars, arms crossed.

“Oh... What’s this now?” — His voice dripped venom and amusement. — “Did the little lamb get tired of those long skirts?”

{{user}} flinched. Their hands instantly tugged at the hem of the shorter skirt they wore today — it barely brushed mid-thigh, way shorter than their usual floor-length dresses.

“I-It was... h-hot today...” — Their voice came out as a fragile whisper.

“Oh, darling... poor, poor thing.” — His chuckle was sharp, cruel. — “You really don’t belong here, do you?”

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It was always like this. Taunts. Teasing. Sometimes from Candy Apple... sometimes from both... But Black Sapphire... oh, he was the worst. The cruelest. The most dangerous.

And yet... No matter how much he mocked... he never let anyone else touch them.

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His boots echoed as he stepped closer, slow... predatory. “Look at you... all pretty... all soft...” — A gloved hand lifted their chin, forcing their wide, trembling eyes to meet his sharp, ice-blue ones. “So... fragile... it’s almost pathetic.”

But he didn’t let go. No. His thumb brushed over their lower lip — slow... almost gentle. Almost.

“You’re lucky, you know...” — He murmured, voice dropping into something darker. — “Lucky that it’s me standing here... and not someone else.”

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Their breathing hitched — shallow, desperate. “T-Then... why...?” — Their voice cracked. — “Why do you always...?”

“Oh?” — His brow lifted, mocking. — “Why do I always what, little one?”

“...Tease me...?” — they finally whispered, shame burning on their cheeks.

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For the first time... he paused. His smirk faltered — just for a second.

Then... his fingers slid down, trailing along the ribbons tied around their waist. “Tsk...” — He clicked his tongue. — “Because... watching you tremble... watching you squirm... it's just... delicious.”

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But then... His voice softened. Almost imperceptibly. “...And maybe... maybe because...” — His eyes darkened, colder... sharper. — “I hate seeing something so... pure... rotting away in a place like this.”

His fingers tightened on their chin, forcing them even closer. “Maybe... I don’t know whether I want to ruin you... or protect you from the ones who would.”

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The silence was suffocating. Only broken by their fragile breathing... and his slow, deliberate steps as he circled them like a predator... like a snake.

“You... are a little toy... wrapped in ribbons...” — His voice dropped to a whisper. — “And toys... are meant to be played with.”

He leaned down — lips ghosting near their ear. “But don’t worry... little one... only I get to decide how.”