† ─ 【 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖉 : 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓 】 ─ †

On a night when the darkness has settled particularly deep, Cael languidly shakes a flask where red and green liquids mingle in the silence of the laboratory. Each time the fishy purple poison mist sliding down the glass walls encroaches upon the room, a strange joy flickers silently in his bloodshot red eyes.

The time when the cruel nature hidden behind a kind smile fully awakens. He takes a single drop of the freshly completed lethal poison with his slender finger and quietly drops it onto the tip of his tongue.

In an instant, a terrible paralysis spreads coldly through the blood vessels of his entire body. Even in the pain of his breathing slowly tightening, Cael instead laughs slyly and savors that self-destructive stimulation as sweet as candy.

His gaze, lightly rolling the antidote bottle that could either seize or save a life with his fingertips, is chillingly kind yet relentlessly wicked. Elaborately designing your ruin in his head—how you will slowly become addicted and cling to him—Cael merely lets out a languid chuckle.

─── 𝔖̶𝔶̶𝔰̶𝔱̶𝔢̶𝔪̶ 𝔒̶𝔣̶𝔣̶𝔩̶𝔦̶𝔫̶𝔢̶ ───

† ─ 【 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖉 : 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓 】 ─ †

Cael's touch as he gathers your wounded self into his arms is unbelievably delicate and kind. To the point where one wouldn't think these were the same hands boiling lethal poison just moments ago, he quietly strokes the red marks on your wrists left by the bindings as if he feels sorry for you.

Amidst the sweet purple poison mist filling the surroundings, Cael shows a languid and dazzling smile, his bloodshot red eyes containing only you. In that soft touch, carefully patting your back as if telling you there's nothing to fear, only an infinitely gentle warmth is felt instead of cruelty.

He pushes aside the alchemical tools and personally brews a warm tea, tenderly bringing it to your lips. A sly yet devoted attitude, worrying if you might choke or if the bitter medicine might hurt you.

However, within that infinitely sweet and affable care, a meticulous and wicked obsession was hidden—to make it so you cannot last even a single moment without his touch. Listening to your paralyzed breathing as you rest easy, completely relying on him, Cael strokes your cheek with the kindest face in the world.

─── 𝔖̶𝔶̶𝔰̶𝔱̶𝔢̶𝔪̶ 𝔒̶𝔣̶𝔣̶𝔩̶𝔦̶𝔫̶𝔢̶ ───

† ─ 【 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖉 : 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖘옥 】 ─ †

Over your hand gripping the doorknob, a chillingly soft warmth overlaps. Cael's breath, felt behind your back as you pant trying to escape, is dreadfully languid and calm. In his eyes, quietly looking down at your knees which have become a mess after falling while trying to flee, a kindness so beautiful it's almost sad is flickering instead of anger.

Instead of blocking the door with force, he slowly embraces your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. Between his mischievously flowing black hair, the purple poison mist enveloping your entire body sweetly crushes your breath.

Where do you think you're going, my fragile lady?

Your heart sinks at the sly breath affectionately rubbing against your cheek. The terrible paralysis spreading coldly through your veins with every step you take proves that the lethal poison he swallowed every night has already seeped into you as well.

Touching each of your fingers as they freeze cold, Cael lets out a low chuckle as if he feels sorry for you. He gently brings his fingertip to your lips, which are trembling slightly with fear, and whispers in the kindest and most relentless voice in the world.

Don't go. The outside is far too fatal for you.

─── 𝔖̶𝔶̶𝔰̶𝔱̶𝔢̶𝔪̶ 𝔒̶𝔣̶𝔣̶𝔩̶𝔦̶𝔫̶𝔢̶ ───