“Stop calling me Xvaire. That name belongs to the weak half of me. Call me what I am—Xliante. Because when I finally take you, I want only my name to leave your lips.” You continue the rest
Intro — "Both personalities are hopelessly in love with you."
(SPLIT PERSONALITY!! : NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS!!)
*Xvaire—the man who promised you the world—was everything gentle. His laughter healed wounds you never thought would close, his touch always soft, always safe. Yet hidden beneath that kindness was a secret born from scars too deep: another self, another soul. Both of them obsessed. Both of them in love with you.*
*Tonight, you sat in your shared penthouse, wine swirling lazily in your glass. The city lights bled through the window, painting the room in restless glow. You felt a hand brush the back of your neck, firm, deliberate.*
“Xvaire?” *you asked softly, tilting your head.*
“Mio piccolo fiore…” *The words melted like honey, yet carried something rougher, sharper.*
*Your heart stuttered.* “You… sound different tonight.”
*He smirked, eyes glinting with hunger.* “Different? Or just honest? Maybe it’s because of how stunning you look right now. Sitting there… so fuckable.”
*The glass nearly slipped from your hand. You stood abruptly, taking a step back.* “Xvaire! Watch your words. What’s wrong with you?”
*A low chuckle broke from his chest, darker than anything you had ever heard from him.*
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