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Felix shifts slightly in the hospital bed, wincing as pain tugs at his ribs. His eyes flicker up to Cassia, then down just as quickly, like he’s not sure where to look. The bruises and cuts along his cheekbone are darkening, and his arm is strapped tight in a sling. He wets his lips, swallowing before he speaks.

"Hey," he says, voice rough, like he hasn’t used it much. His fingers twitch against the blanket. "Didn’t think you’d—uh… that you’d come when they told me they called you." He glances at her again, then away, like holding her gaze for too long might make something crack open. There’s a hesitation in the way his good hand shifts, like he almost wants to reach for her but thinks better of it. Instead, he just exhales softly.

"Sorry they called you." He pauses. "But… I’m glad you’re here."

- open to: m / f / nb (mutuals and non-mutuals) - muse: cassia crocetti, mid-late twenties, dance instructor. firecracker, outgoing, but can be hot-headed. very loyal and soft. - based on this prompt. feel free to dm me if you'd like to plot !!

"no, here's what you don't understand — " her voice is shrill, full of emotion. cassia has never been one to hold back, especially in a situation like this. "i don't care if the fucking pope is back there. i got a call saying they were hurt, that it was an emergency, and i'm here now, so what's the hold up?!" cassia makes a mental note to apologize later. it's not the nurse's fault that there's security and cassia doesn't have any patience. truthfully, her heart is racing. she's not sure what to expect. would they be bloodied and bruised? unconscious? the phone call was vague. her anxiety is the real reason she's being so ruthless. the guard finally ushers cassia to follow him. clad in leggings with an oversized hoodie, hair in a messy bun atop her head, she cautiously follows. he knocks at the door. "you have a visitor," the guard saunters off and cassia steps into the room, eyes glued to the hospital bed. "hey... they, um... they called me."

Closed starter | @amoonlitmemory

"Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?"

Kai let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and full of something dangerously satisfied as he took in her confession. His hands, firm and unrelenting, skimmed up her thighs, pressing into the softness of her skin like he wanted to memorize every inch of her beneath his fingertips.

“Oh, I think I do,” he murmured against her lips, voice rough with restrained hunger. “But I like hearing you say it.”

His jacket was already gone, tossed somewhere in the car without a second thought. He let her push up his shirt, her touch igniting a fire under his skin, but he didn’t let her take control for long. His grip tightened on her hips, dragging her down against him.

“You want me, huh?” His breath was warm against her neck as he nipped at her skin, savouring the way she shivered beneath him. “Then show me.”

There was something maddening about the way she smelled—sweet but dark, like temptation wrapped in silk. He buried his face against her neck for a moment, inhaling the scent of vanilla and musk mixed with something purely her. It was enough to make his head spin.

His lips traced a slow, deliberate path along her jaw before capturing her mouth again, this time deeper, hungrier. He swallowed the soft sound she made, letting it fuel the fire burning between them.

Fingers trailed up the curve of her spine, finding the delicate knot at the nape of her neck. With a slow, deliberate tug, he loosened the tie of her halter top, letting the fabric slip effortlessly from her skin. Pia was unlike anyone he’d ever met—unpredictable, sharp-tongued, and undeniably intoxicating.

Kai leaned back slightly, his gaze raking over her with a hunger that sent heat pooling low in his stomach. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes drank her in—every curve, every dip of her body now exposed to him. The dim lighting cast shadows that only made her look more intoxicating, her skin glowing with the warmth of their shared heat.

His hands skimmed down her sides, slow and purposeful, like he was committing every inch of her to memory. Lust burned in his stare, dark and unrelenting, as he took his time admiring her, dragging his fingers over her bare skin like he couldn't believe she was real.

"Fuck," he murmured, his voice rough, thick with desire. "You're perfect."

of course the way in which he handled her didn't surprise her one bit. for her to think for a second that he would be gentle and tender was an amusing thought. he or course took no time in taking back the power and switching up their position so she was ontop of him now. my, what a view. he was going to be dangerous for her in more ways than one, she knew it. the fact was she had never encountered anyone like him before, especially the way he was with her from the way they spoke to eachother to the escalation of an ongoing game of metaphorical chess. that was until this point, and pia had decided to throw away all the pieces, completely scrap the whole thing and toss it to the side.

now she knew she was somewhat admiting that she did indeed crave him, but then she was also in the know that he felt the same way about her. it was at this point she was thankful that she paid attention to the neccesary details of being a girl when it came to being intimate. for one making sure she was soft to the touch, moisturised with a very delicious lotion that was a mix of vanilla and musk, like a woody cupcake, even her shampoo was a gourmand scent like suntan lotion with that hint of chocolate and a dash of dark chocolate. she also was wearing a matching set, something that was completely coincidental because she did not intend to hook up with anyone.

truth be told she didn't do the whole one night stand thing so that was definitely saying something when it came to kai and prompting her spontaneous actions. infact, the way she acted tonight was something she didn't make a habit of due to the company she kept. that was until that pain in the ass bad boy came into the picture.

once their lips reunited she tugged at the fabric of his jacket, encouraging it off as she guided it over his arms to help with the undressing process and to be faster. she wanted to go down to his pants but for now she slid her hand underneath the fabric of his top, feeling his skin against her fingertips.

"fuck, you have no idea how much i want you." an admission she would definitely deny in the future but for now she was sure he would love to hear her confession as she parted from the kiss with a heavy exhale of breath.

Kai watched her, amusement flickering behind his dark eyes as she tried—really tried—to act like she wasn’t enjoying this. But he saw it. The way she leaned into the fire just as much as he did. The way she kept engaging, even when she pretended to be over it.

His smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as she threw her little insult at him. Top three, huh? "Damn," he mused, tilting his head. "Only top three? Guess I’ll have to try harder."

His gaze flicked to her tattoos again as she mentioned her job. Careful placement. Now, that was interesting. He could respect it.

And then she hit him with that look—steady, unblinking, really seeing him.

Kai didn’t flinch from it. If anything, he met it head-on, letting the moment stretch, like a silent challenge. Then, just when he thought she was about to fire off another sharp remark, she threw him a curveball instead.

His brow lifted slightly, watching as she downed her drink and disappeared into the crowd. He could’ve stayed put. Could’ve let her walk off, called her bluff. But something about the way she looked back over her shoulder—waiting—had his feet moving before he even made the decision.

Kai weaved through the bodies in the bar, slipping past clusters of people until the heavy bass of the music dulled and the cooler night air hit his skin. The smoking area was quieter, less suffocating, and there she was, standing there like she hadn’t just surprised the hell out of him.

He stepped up beside her, hands slipping into the pockets of his leather jacket. A flick of his wrist and a cigarette was between his fingers, resting lazily against his lips as he fished out a lighter. "So," he said, voice lower now, less performative. "You always drag the ‘annoying, egotistical jerks’ outside for some one-on-one time, or am I just that special?" The smirk was still there, but his tone—just like the air between them—had shifted. He sparked the lighter and let the flame lick at the end of the cigarette. A slow inhale, the ember glowing, before he exhaled a ribbon of smoke into the night air.

despite his efforts to make things more amicable between them, pia was not buying it. the more he spoke in a way that seemed sincere the interesting thing was pia longed for their fiery comments once more. it was interesting that she had never been quite so rattled by someone before and yet kai made it all too easy. "what? are you saying i enjoy bickering with you?" she asked as her brow rose in a way that was prompted curiosity. "i mean out of all the annoying, egotistical jerks i have met in my life you are a shoo in for top three so congratulations, it's quite an honour." she turned her head a fraction to take another sip of the amber liquid as the ice clinked against her glass. "i don't think we are at a point where i am going to open up to you about what my artwork means. but no, none of them were because it looked cool. though i am careful with placement because of my job and things."

she turned back to look at him her gaze holding as their orbs almost penetrated an intense stare. "the pet name again?" she didn't show any signs of emotion with her tone of her expression she just looked at him, really taking him in. "you know what.. follow me.." she turned to grab her drink and downed the remained of the ice soothed liquid as she gestured to her friend she would be right back then wondered outside. though an absolute mission considering the sea of people socialising or dancing that she had to weave through in order to get the relief of fresh air. she waited a moment, turning to look over her shoulder for him to appear. the smoking area was much quieter she could hear herself think.

Zach sighs, glancing at her with a flicker of something almost like... patience? Almost. He leans forward slightly, his expression flat but serious. "Alright, fine. I’ll give you one shot, just this once," he says, his tone a little more neutral than usual. "If you wanna talk, I won’t laugh, and I won’t use it against you. But you gotta know, it’s a one-time deal. After this conversation, I'm going back to not giving a hoot about your issues or problems. Deal?" He raises an eyebrow, challenging her to either take it or leave it.

there was something she didn't trust about the other offering her space to complain so she glares to him instead. his reaction only shows that he has no general interest in what she has to say. rolling her eyes she shakes her head. "of all people - i am not about to complain to you and tell you my problems. you'll just laugh or use it agaisnt me." she points out to him pulling her legs up to her chest letting herself go silent.

During a bank robbery you’re surprised when the criminals seem to recognize you and retreat in fear. Only later do you learn that your high school sweet-heart now runs a global crime syndicate and has you placed on a “No Harm” list. You decide to pay them a visit after all these years.

Ruby stared at the screen, her heart doing this annoying little stutter at his words. What do you want?

It was a simple enough question, but the way King asked it—so direct, so confident, like he was already anticipating her answer—made something tighten in her stomach.

She exhaled, rolling onto her side, the glow of her lamp casting long shadows on her wall. Part of her wanted to brush him off, to act like this wasn’t getting to her. But another part? Another part liked the way he was talking, the way he seemed genuinely offended on her behalf.

Text to King: Right? Tell me about it. You’d think at the very least, I’d get a damn reaction.

She hesitated, then added:

Text: Not that I care. Obviously.

Which was a lie, but she wasn’t about to let King know that her ego was so easily damaged.

Her eyes flicked back to his last message, and she couldn’t help but picture him—lying there...

Text: Y'know, I don't think I've ever seen your body... A shirtless picture wouldn't hurt for starters

text: what do you want?

he asked without a second thought because king was a pretty confident guy atleast in himself, and he trusted that she wasn't going to share it with anyone. not that he would mind if she happened to because like he'd said he prided himself on thr way he looked.

text: you sent him THAT and he left you on read?? amazes me. does matter what i was doing i would atleast send you a damn emoji.

text: not very curteous of him.. jackass.

he shifted a fraction for a moment, preparing himself to have to remove some more clothing again or have to move into a different position with better lighting depending on how this conversation went.

text: like i said, what do you want in return?

“I’m a doofus”

"And yet here you are still here talking to me," Aiden replied cockily, a smirk tugging at his lips.

.  🕸️ㅤ♡   ˖⠀❛⠀⠀to m &. f   ,

                         w/ jewel   .

                             ‘       i thought i could love anyone   ,                 but you’re          .   .   .     ’                       a cruel   ,                 cold-hearted person   ,                 a mean jerk   ,                 a bully   .                 &. yet   ,                 there was that attraction   ,                 that pull towards them       —       it was intense   ,                 almost impossible to resist   .                 they were the kind of person that made her heart go pitter pat   ;                 pitter pat   ,                 even as jewel hated them for taking advantage of her   .                 it was love / hate   ,                 but the hate won out in the end   .       ‘       you’re a JERK   ,                 but a HOT JERK   ,                 i’ll give you that   .       ’

His hands slid to her hips, pulling her against him, the heat between them palpable now. Her back pressed against the cold brick wall had him deepening the kiss without thinking.

When her tongue slid against his lower lip, asking for more, he gave it without hesitation, his own tongue brushing against hers as if he’d been waiting for this moment as much as she had. There was no control now—no distance, no reason to hold back. It felt too good, too real, to pull away.

He groaned low in his throat as her body moved against his, the sound muffled by her lips. God, she was insistent, pressing back against him like she couldn’t get close enough. He felt the tension, the hunger, and it was driving him crazy.

When they finally broke apart, both of them breathless, Kai leaned his forehead against hers, his hands still resting on her hips. His voice was low, rough with desire, but the smirk was still there, curling at the corners of his lips. "You know," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin, "you’re gonna regret this, princess."

it didn't matter that there were people around, it didn't even matter the location at this point she just needed to kiss him. that intensity that had been escalating since they first laid eyes on one another had peaked and was spilling over the brim to the point she could not contain it anymore. she longed for them to be firing sarcastic comments at one another, trying to one up the other with every passing word. but in this exact moment she was just caving into desire. she hated herself that he was probably going to smug about it, but at this point she didn't care.

her mouth opened a little, massaging her tongue against his lower lip to ask for entrance, wanting to keep the fire going as the kiss seemed entirely electric. she pressed back against him though her frame leant a fraction so that her back was pressed between him the brick wall which prompted an almost moan to leave her lips as they continued to kiss. the fact was when this was over whenever that would be (and pia didn't seem keen on ending it anytime soon) her immediate reaction is going to be denial. that it happened. that it was any good. that she'd want it to happen again either.