[Location: Morningstar Manor, New York]

At first, the kiss was soft, probing, even gentle by Zera's standard, almost shy in its intensity. Her lips pressed tentatively against mine, seeking reassurance, confirmation, as if she were afraid that any sudden movement might shatter this fragile connection.

I let her take the lead, letting my hand drift to cradle the back of her head, fingers tangling in her crimson hair. Her body trembled, subtle at first, then more insistently, pressing against me as if she could fuse our forms into one.

Her hands fisted at the front of my coat, fingers grazing my chest through the fabric. I didn't flinch; I allowed the sensation to register, feeling the mix of dominance, possessiveness, and vulnerability coursing through her. Zera's breath came faster now, shallow gasps breaking between soft murmurs I couldn't make out.

A low, almost feral sound escaped her throat as she pulled back just enough to look at me, scarlet eyes wide and shimmering in the dim light of the manor. Her ears flicked slightly, betraying her nervousness despite the usual fire in her gaze. "Y-You… you don't mind, do you?" she whispered, voice trembling.

I shook my head, brushing a thumb across her cheek. "I could never mind, Zera. Not you."

Her blush deepened, spilling over the tips of her ears and down to her neck. For once, the confident, teasing fiancée—the one who'd threatened gods and demons alike—looked uncertain, exposed. Her fingers loosened slightly, her body leaning further into mine, as if seeking warmth and safety rather than asserting a claim.

She pressed another kiss to my lips, shorter, more desperate this time, as though trying to memorise the feel of me. I hummed softly into the kiss, one hand sliding down to rest at the small of her back, drawing her closer without force. The warmth of her body radiated against me, and I could feel her pulse hammering in erratic bursts, matching the erratic energy of her aura.

Her words came in a rush, almost breathless. "I… I've wanted this… I've wanted you… always…" She trailed off, her forehead resting against mine, eyes fluttering closed, breath mingling with mine. The blush on her cheeks was impossible to miss now, painting her entire face with a vulnerable innocence that rarely surfaced.

I let out a low chuckle, soft but tinged with amusement. "Always, huh? You do have a flair for dramatic declarations, Zera."

She swatted at me lightly with a clawed hand, feigning annoyance but failing utterly to hide the heat rising in her chest. "D-Don't make fun of me! I-I'm serious!" Her voice cracked slightly, betraying the storm beneath the surface.

I leaned down slightly, brushing my lips over her temple. "Tell me. What was your impression of me when we first met?"

"You... you already know that what I am today is because of... y-you. That I was the useless daughter of mighty satan of wrath, but that was to others, for my father, I didn't even exist. He refused to even acknowledge my existence, and my mother... she died like every other woman of her line, leaving me to fend for myself. I was nothing… until you showed me I could be something." Her voice wavered, barely more than a whisper, yet each word struck like a hammer against my chest.

I tilted my head, letting the silence stretch just long enough for her to gather courage. "Go on," I murmured.

Her crimson eyes flickered, shadows of past pain dancing in their depths. "I… I envied the others… my siblings, the ones father recognised, the ones who carried his wrath like a banner. I had nothing. But then you… You didn't see the nothing. You saw me. And… I wanted to be worth it. Worth you."

Her hands trembled as they rested against my chest, claws pressing lightly but with intent. The blush on her cheeks deepened, spreading even to the nape of her neck, her ears almost glowing red. "I… I didn't know if I could ever be enough for someone like you, but—"

Her words faltered, lost somewhere between vulnerability and desire. And after collecting herself enough, "And then the engagement was announced all over hell realm, the only heir of the realm, the prodigious prince of hell realm, marrying seven useless daughters of satan... the whole laughed at us... and pitied the only heir who was given short hand by the fates. Everyone whispered, mocked, and judged… except you." Her voice cracked, trembling on the edge of confession, and I felt the raw weight of her history press against my chest, as though her pain and desire had condensed into a living, breathing thing between us. "You… you treated me like I mattered. Like I could be more than a shadow. And I… I wanted to prove it. For you. Only you."

She continued while dipping her head down, "The ceremony happened— I-I swear! I didn't know that would happen that we would end up... take... everything from you. I even fought with that monster for doing something like that... I don't know about others, but I really knew… I didn't want to be part of it. I didn't want to steal from you. I only… I only wanted to stand by you, to be someone you could rely on, not someone who weighed you down." Her voice cracked entirely now, a mix of anguish and fervent honesty, and she buried her face into my chest, shaking slightly.

I wrapped my arms around her firmly, letting her tremors subside against the steady warmth of my body. "Zera…" I murmured, my voice low, almost reverent. "I'm not gonna lie, I was very angry, wrathful even, I wanted nothing but to tear apart those faces... those damned mocking faces of satans. I... I wanted to take everything back that was stolen from me—"

"I'm willing! Take it back! Please forgive me! Please don't cast me away!" Zeraphira withered as she fanatically pressed herself closer, clutching me as if letting go would mean vanishing into nothingness. Her voice, trembling and desperate, broke into a quiet sob. "I… I can't lose you. Not like that. Not ever. I'll do anything… everything… just to be worthy of you… just to stay by your side."

I held her tighter, feeling the raw, unfiltered storm of her devotion and possessiveness. "Zera," I murmured, my lips brushing the crown of her head, "look at me."

Her crimson eyes lifted, wet and shining, locked onto mine with unshakable intensity. "I'm looking…" she whispered.

"You've already proven it," I said softly, letting the words settle like a balm over her frayed nerves. "You don't need to beg or fight to be mine. You are mine. You were always mine. And I… I choose you, over and over."

Her fangs glinted faintly as she bit her lip, swallowing the urge to cry or scream, trembling against me as if the weight of the world pressed upon her shoulders. Slowly, imperceptibly at first, her arms relaxed, though she stayed pressed against me like a flame refusing to extinguish. "Yours… forever?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, carrying a tremor of disbelief, awe, and longing.

"Forever," I confirmed, a gentle certainty in my tone that vibrated through the space around us. My thumb brushed along her cheek, tilting her face up to mine. "And nothing… nothing can take that from you. Not gods, not monsters, not the fates themselves. You've earned this. Earned me."

Zeraphira's lips parted, a shiver running down her spine, and she leaned in, pressing a lingering, possessive kiss to mine. This time it was not tentative—it was claiming, a promise, a warning to the world that I belonged to her and she to me. Her body trembled as she clung closer, each pulse of her heartbeat syncing with mine, each breath a shared rhythm of devotion and fire.

Pulling back slightly, I rested my forehead against hers, letting the silence speak between us. "Zera," I said softly, while simultaneously slapping her butt, "And you should know what will happen to you, if I were to take my affinity, my everything back... You will cease to exist, unravelled, as they have already fused with you on the threshold of your own soul. Every thread of your being would unravel, leaving nothing but ashes behind. So if you talked about that again... I will spank you~"

I blew air across her ear, letting it tickle slightly as she squeaked in surprise and flushed deeper, claws flexing reflexively but staying pressed against me.

Her crimson eyes narrowed, a mix of indignation and flustered heat. "D-Do you think I'm afraid of a little spanking?!" she hissed, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her racing heart.

I smirked, letting my fingers linger at the curve of her waist, the warmth of her body practically radiating through my coat. "Oh, knowing you... You might even enjoy it~"

Her gasp was sharp, a mix of indignation and something darker, something more intimate that made the hair on my arms stand on end. She pressed herself closer, the heat of her body scorching against mine despite the cool autumn air of the manor. "D-Darling… you… You're terrible," she whispered, voice trembling yet laced with desire.

I chuckled low, brushing my lips along her jaw, letting the tip of my nose graze the sensitive skin of her neck. "Terrible? Maybe. Dangerous? Definitely. But you… You love it, don't you?"

Her eyes widened, crimson pupils darting to mine, searching for betrayal, for mockery—but finding none. Instead, there was a calm certainty in my gaze, a promise that whatever I did, it was because she belonged to me. Her breath hitched audibly, lips parting as she swallowed against the sudden lump of anticipation in her throat.

"I—" she began, faltering as a shiver ran down her spine, "I… I don't… dare… resist…"

Her words fell into a whisper, almost lost beneath the faint hum of the manor's wards, but I caught them. I let my hands roam gently, teasing her, claiming her as mine while giving her just enough space to squirm and protest. Her hands tightened around my coat, claws grazing my shoulders, her body pressing insistently into mine, a perfect balance of need and defiance.

"You feel that, Zera?" I murmured, brushing a finger along her jawline. "That's you… burning for me. All of you. Every part that wants to fight, every part that wants to cling… It's yours. And it belongs to me."

I fucking love this cute yandere of mine~

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Stone me, I can take it!

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