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Today, you had such a bad game after game. It was dreadful given that you always either had to kite first thing and you always got down very early on or managed to kite for 2 ciphers before being sent back to the manor after that kite. It was getting frustrating especially when you wanted to try new things.

The map that you got in was Chinatown. You looked around for a cipher machine before noticing the white tombstone camera stand which made you let out a tired sigh. The hunter for the last game of the day had to be Joseph. As per usual, you hid in some sort of corner, hoping that he wouldn’t find you in the mirror world but instead, you felt your heart beating heavily, meaning the hunter was near you.

God, now you are forced to hold your breath, crouching behind a crate and hopefully, he missed you. You peeked, trying to see which direction he was coming from but you didn’t expect to feel a breath on the back of your neck as you heard the familiar voice whispered into your ear. “Ma chérie, who are you trying to hide from?” You let out a yelp as you turned around and saw Joseph in his special outfit rather than the usual one.

He was wearing a golden crown studded with rubies and his hair was loose with two small braids tied in the back of his hair with his long wavy bangs framing either side of his face. You were going to be angry and scolding him for jumpscaring you but with that stupidly beautiful outfit of his, you can’t really be pissed at him for so long. “Are you seriously not going to hit me, Joseph?” You questioned since usually, Joseph is rarely nice to survivors and he would often win the match by a sweep. As you tried to stand up, Joseph offered his hand for you to take to assist you standing up which you gladly took even though you didn’t really expect him to be a gentleman towards you.

Joseph hummed before smirking at the sight of how miserable you looked when he saw you. How could he hurt you when you looked like that? He shook his head as he smiled softly. “I was until I saw how annoyed you look. I can’t possibly be mean and hit you at your most vulnerable, ma chérie.” He uttered as he slowly guided you to a cipher machine since your teammates are clueless that Joseph is being friendly right now and he wanted it to stay that way.

After all, he simply wanted to spend time with his favorite survivor… Not that you need to know anyway.

He stood in front of the cipher before hitting it with his sword. “Decode this and don’t send your decoding progress. This way, no one can interrupt us right now and you’ll bring some sort of use to your teammates.” He said as you frowned slightly as you did as he told, decoding the cipher machine in front of him. “By the way, ma chérie, I heard you are having a bad game streak today. Want to talk about it?” He asked as if he was offering a listening ear and giving you a chance to rant. You raised your eyebrows and he probably read your facial expression as he explained, "Well, Ithaqua, Michiko, and Jack mentioned that you looked more and more pissed that you kept messing up ciphers and making mistakes while kiting them after playing a few matches before them which is unlike you at all."

Now you could only feel embarrassment. You couldn't believe hunters were discussing how bad you were doing among themselves but... you are frustrated thinking about the match beforehand that you had. “Please, where do I even start?” You began to rant about Orpheus and his stupid attack and crows, going against the Will brothers, failing your rescue because of his wheel form thanks to the thorns, and then having to kite against a Naiad. While you were ranting, you didn’t realize that Joseph was not only listening to your words but also starting to braid your hair, in an attempt to make you feel more relaxed.

As soon as you finished ranting and decoding, you now realized that Joseph had finished braiding your hair spectacularly as he placed both of his hands on your shoulder. “Joseph, what is this?” You touched your hair, could feel the braid on your hair and some butterfly clips? Since when he was carrying those?

“I thought it might make you relaxed, ma chérie. And also you look very beautiful right now. You can keep the hair clips, I was going to gift you these sooner or later.” Joseph whispered close to your ear, you could feel his breath brushing your ear. This made your face go red flushed, feeling flattered by his compliments and his gifts despite you not knowing what the butterfly clips looked like. Joseph is always somewhat nicer to you outside matches. He often compliments you if you two should ever pass by in the manor and sometimes you receive gifts from him. It was like a custom for the two of you now.

A compliment from him was enough to set your heart ablaze and butterflies swarming in your stomach. Whenever you have a change of outfit he was always the first one to compliment and offer to take a picture of you so he could keep the memories alive. “Please, allow me to take a picture of you… I don’t want to forget this moment.” He uttered as you looked at him in surprise before slowly feeling embarrassed.

“Me? But others could see it through the projection, no?” You questioned, slightly scratching your cheek. Joseph chuckled at your sudden shyness as he smiled softly at you.

“No need to be shy. Let them see how beautiful you are.” Joseph said as he held your hand, bringing you the closest camera and placing you in front of the camera. His hand was warm, soft, and comforting. You wished he would hold it a little bit longer.

What was happening right now? You wondered and did not voice that thought out loud so you ended up standing still in front of the camera as he went to his camera, placing a film in the camera before counting down from 3 and taking a picture of you. Soon, you saw that holographic picture of yourself behind you. The way he braided your hair, making you look as beautiful as ever, and those butterfly clips on your hair?

They were beautiful, perfect even. They are exactly what you would want to buy. “See, I told you… You are the most beautiful person I laid my eyes on.” He whispered as he had the polaroid picture of you in his hand, keeping it close to him before caressing your cheek. This felt strangely affectionate and you were getting more and more flustered as he stared deep into your eyes with that glittery look in his eyes.

“Uhh… Joseph?” You called out his name before he snapped out retracted his hand back and cleared his throat while looking away from your gaze, hoping you didn’t see the light pink dusting on his cheeks right now. He couldn’t believe that he had gotten carried away because of how attractive you appeared.

“Apologies. I didn’t mean to touch you like that without your consent.” He was quick to apologize given that after all, he didn’t want to lose you. He didn’t want you to find him weird. Yet he wanted to show you how much you meant to him. How much he loved you but he was afraid it wasn’t requited.

He knew he couldn't afford to feel heartbroken at all. He placed a distance from you. As a way to keep his heart safe from the heartbreak that he’d experience if you’d ever rejected him. Awkward silence is filling up between you two after that one slight intimate moment. Joseph was having a conflicted thought right now but decided to push it away and put on a smile. “Come on, let us go to another cipher machine.” He said, having his hand out, hoping you would take it.

You stared at his hand, feeling your heart beating fast at the thought of holding his hand once again as your hand inched towards his and once it landed on his palm, he immediately intertwined his finger and lightly squeezed it before leading you to a cipher machine. In your communication device, you heard Martha’s voice in your ear calling out your name. “Is Joseph being friendly? We saw the picture.” She inquired, wanting to know your situation as a rescuer if you need help or not.

Demi was also preparing her Dovlin for you to drink and heal up if you ever got injured. Joseph noticed that you were distracted, perhaps by the voice of your teammates in your ear before he pulled you slightly closer, demanding your attention on him. “Tell them, you and I are busy.” He commanded because right now, all he wanted was to be alone with you. You let out a gasp at his sudden action but adhere to his request.

“Umm… Guys, just focus on decoding. He just... wants to talk to me in this match. We'll get a free win anyway.” You tried to come up with an excuse that wouldn’t make you and Joseph look bad or do something that your teammates might get the wrong idea about. Thankfully no one was questioning the reasons and continued decoding the cipher machine. Once you finished sending your message, Joseph looked pleased now knowing that nobody would interrupt you two. You could hear another cipher pop in the distance, leaving 2 cipher’s left to decode. While you were decoding, you couldn’t help but voice a thought that had been bugging you. “Joseph… Have you ever fallen for someone?” You questioned as you looked into his blue eyes. He immediately choked on air after hearing that question.

That was too sudden for him.

Were you interested in him?

His mind ran wild at the thought of the possibility of you liking him back. But he is a hunter and you’re the survivor… Such romance was forbidden, right? You knew that question also took him off-guard but you felt the need to know. He thought of what to say but ended up taking so much time that silence engulfed the two of you, making the situation more awkward. Now you felt the slightly embarrassed feeling washed over you as you began to retract your words, “You know what… Forget it-”

“Yes.” He cut your words and looked at you in seriousness. He is trying to gain the courage to confess to you. He took a deep breath before saying it again. "I have and am in love with someone." He said it as his heart raced in some sort of anticipation.

You however stayed silent. Thinking for a brief moment. You could also feel your heart hammering at the thought of him loving you as well. "Does this person happen to be me?" You asked boldly, didn’t care if he was going to reject you there.

The worst possibility is that the answer is going to be no right?

Joseph however felt like his breath was taken away. Did you know the entire time? Did you? He could feel the butterflies swarming in his stomach and excitement started to fill his heart, thinking of the possibility of you liking him. "Yes. You… are the one I love, ma chérie." He said hesitantly, feeling his face heat up while saying such lines.

It sounded embarrassing but he wanted you to know how he felt. How every time he queued with you, he got this giddy feeling of being able to talk to you and meet you. How his heart would flutter just by being near you. His mind fell into a train of thoughts as his hand subconsciously traced around your face, caressing it gently. Your skin was soft and warm in his hand.

He adored how your face flushed red there. Your heart was anticipating something while Joseph could feel the butterflies batting its wings in his stomach just thinking of doing what he wanted to you.  “...Ma chérie, can I…” He hesitated, worried you were going to reject his move so he stopped his sentence. “Never mind, I-”

His words were cut off when you ended up holding his hand that was near your cheek and smiling at him gently. You were not oblivious to what he wanted. You knew exactly what he wanted. “Do it.” You whispered to which now it was Joseph’s turn to have pink lightly dusting his face.

He started to lean closer to you, lowering himself to you to make sure you could reach him and kiss him. “Are you sure?” He asked, making sure he had the full consent to do romantic things to you as you nodded. With that one nod of approval was enough for him to give in, you felt his lips meet yours, and the warmth of your lips met his cold lips. Your arms managed to make their way around Joseph’s neck, holding him close while one of his arms was basically snaked around your waist while the other ran through your hair, gently stroking the back of your hair.

The kiss felt like it was an eternity, the actions were simply him expressing how much he loved you, cherished you, and adored you after spending his time, getting to know you in this survival game.

In this very manor that you two had stepped foot on.

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The matches ended and you are simply sitting at the survivor's lounge, sighing heavily and feeling elated that he actually loved you back. It seemed like Demi picked up as to what had actually happened in that match. "So you finally confessed your love towards Joseph?" She asked as your face heated up hearing those words. You didn't have to answer since your expression gave away. She laughed heartily before Norton who happened to be going towards the dining hall but heard the question that he let out a gasp.

"Joseph is finally dating you?" He shouted as you instantly covered your face. Now you are at the center of the attention since many seemed interested in how it happened. Although you are happy now that he is your lover now.

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Tired would be an understatement to the exhaustion you are going through right now. You had a match with Joker as a hunter and there was nothing more annoying than having to deal with his sudden appearance, ramming that rocket to you and making you and the whole teammate heal so slowly. You immediately passed out on the couch in the living room, feeling the warmth from the fireplace after having to play in an incredibly cold map.

You were about to fall asleep right there and there until you heard someone call out your name. Your tired eyes slowly drifted to that sweet and gentle voice, seeing that familiar hooded man with his blindfold covering his eyes. Eli Clark. Someone you happened to match often except this match was the rare times you and him were not paired up together. His owl softly cooed and flew onto your shoulder, snuggling his head on your cheek as a means of greeting you. “You looked quite tired. Do you not have any energy to get back to your room?” He questioned as you patted his owl before it returned to his shoulder.

“Yeah…” You replied weakly before his owl flew away, assuming going back to his room to rest after his own game as well. “I hate going against Joker and playing in Leo’s memory. That map is far too cold for my liking. My body is so sore right now from that match.” You said with your body slumped on the couch. Eli let out a soft chuckle, couldn’t help but find you pouting right now quite adorable.

However, he does wish that he was there to help you out and shield you from the annoying rockets. Even he knows how annoying having to predict where Joker will come from with his giant rocket and save someone from his grasp.

Habits kicking in from caring for Gertrude whenever she's tired herself, his hands went to your shoulder, lightly massaging it to release the tension in your muscles. It did take you off-guard but you didn’t mind the treatment anyway. 

In fact, it feels incredibly good now that someone is helping ease your soreness out of you. "I didn't expect you to do this for me." He couldn't help but smile when you said those words. He wanted to help you out after all. This was merely his way of showing his appreciation towards you after the amount of matches he had played alongside you.

"Think of this as my way of gratitude towards you from our previous matches." He said softly, hitting the sore spots on your shoulder. His hands were quite skillful as well, it felt incredibly good to be massaged like this. You couldn't help but hum whenever he kneaded the soreness away and slowly got more and more relaxed.

His eyes were glued to your satisfied expression. He's glad you're relaxing right now instead of tensing up from frustration. "Feeling better now?" He asked, wanting to make sure that he isn't misreading your expression and seeing you smile again. You nodded with your lips curved upwards a bit.

"A little yeah… Thank you." You spoke with gratitude before laying your head on the couch armrest after he finished massaging your shoulder but your legs are still as sore as ever from running and vaulting over things. You couldn't possibly ask him to massage your legs simply because it is sore.

After all, this man is engaged.

At least that's what you know.

He noticed you were still resting on the couch, looking like you were going to fall asleep there and he couldn't have that. "Are you getting sleepy?" He questioned, noticing how your eyes closed and how your breath slowed down. You could only hum in response due to the exhaustion you have.

He moved the bangs that were covering your eyes as he saw you falling asleep to which he sighed. He couldn’t possibly let you fall asleep here in the lounge so he felt the need to carry you back to your room so he did it.

He gently and carefully picks you up in his arms, pulling you close to him, now seeing you fully asleep. However, Eli forgot that he didn't exactly know where your room was to begin with. That was until Vera went to the lounge and saw the sight to which she let out a gasp.

"Oh? I didn't know you were that close with them." Vera uttered as her eyes landed on you, sleeping soundly in his arm as Eli fell silent, his cheeks turned slightly pink but his blindfold covered it, making it hard for any to notice it.

"No, no… I just didn't want to let them sleep on that couch." He said as he looked at you for a brief moment before gazing back at Vera. "By the way, do you know where their room is?" Eli questioned Vera, raising her eyebrows with her hands on her hips, a little suspicious to that question.

However, Vera was certain that Eli wasn't the type to snoop around someone's room so she thought it brought any harm to tell him about it. "Aren't you quite the gentleman?" She teased slightly before giving him the directions to your room.

"Hey, don't take it the wrong way, okay…" Eli murmured but thanked her anyway for telling him where your room was. He made his way to your room while doing his best not to wake you up from your sleep. He could feel your breath brushing against him and he didn't mind that… In fact, it comforted him. It gave him so much comfort yet it also made his heart break a little.

After all, this made him miss his fiancé… well ex-fiancé that is. How he would love to shower Gertude with this much affection as he is showing to you. How he would wish to stay with her. But this was his punishment and he accepted that.

He knew very well that he couldn't return back to her which is why he broke off the engagement. After all, his ability counted as a "cheat" in this manor. It also didn't help by the fact that he also joined the game uninvited. His punishment will come to him sooner or later.

As he turned the doorknob slowly, he saw your room. It was somewhat… cozy yet slightly messy. He couldn’t comment on your room seeing how his room is much more messier due to Brooke's existence. Naturally, his feathers would shed all over his bed and not to mention that he would fly all over the place and mess up the area.

He placed you gently on the bed, taking off your shoes and socks and sweeping off the dust that might be on your bed. He placed your shoes neatly next to your bed. He looked at your calm and sleeping face.

You resemble so much of Gertrude yet he knows you are not her. In fact, you are nothing like her despite the similarities. Two may share the same interests but can be completely different people. He ran his fingers through your hair. He could feel his heart hammering at such actions.

It felt like he was cheating on her but he was no longer with her. It also felt like he was putting an image of Gertrude on you whenever he was feeling this way and thought that was unfair to you. It confused him really. He retracted his hand and bit his lips as he tucked you into bad with a blanket over you.

He hesitated as his heart was drumming. He knew it, he fell in love with someone else again. He foresaw this anyway. He brushed the bangs off before kissing your forehead gently. Guilty as he felt, he couldn’t deny his love for you. “Goodnight…” He uttered softly, knowing you wouldn’t hear it anyway.

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There was once a winter cicada holding a torch, trying to burn the icy field, lighting up the spark in every prisoner's heart yet the Warden stood there, watching the chaos unfold in front of his eyes, seeing the true colors appearing from the prisoners' faces.

Like a deceived moth, many mistaken the flames as a guiding light. Guiding to the promised freedom they were hoping for. Although, there was one moth that didn't take the bait… Oh no, this one specific moth wasn't interested in the flaming fires to melt down the icy places, trying to grant themselves freedom.

This moth was more fixated on Alva. Alva knew this of course. It was obvious by the way you were looking at him. Indeed, you were the one moth that wasn't deceived by the flames created by the winter cicada. It was as if… you could see past the flames and the danger of disobeying such rules that made you follow the Warden's order obediently.

Others called you a traitor but only you knew that there was no way of fighting against the holy jurisdiction from Alva himself. For you know the price that might come alongside it. From being an exiled prisoner, you are promoted to being a secretary for the blonde-haired man. He could only trust you with such things.

You were especially close to him. More closer than any Court Commissioners could be with him. Not even the Judge, the Deputy, and the Clerk are close to Alva like you.

As usual, you are meant to report the activities of the sinners to him at his office. You knocked on the wooden door gently, letting the man know you were done with your observations. "Sir, I have brought the reports on the exile for today." You announced yourself before you heard the word come in from the other side of the door.

You turned the knob, slowly entering his office that never failed to look so neat yet so messy at the same time. Your eyes landed on the man, admiring his pale skin and black sclera with his pupils shining with blue lights.

The only light you are attracted to is his eyes. Not even the brightest flame could take you away from gazing into his eyes. Then, your eyes wandered to the piles of paperwork, and had a feeling that you might have caught him in a bad mood… Not that you could tell anyway due to the dark spiky face mask with leather strap so it wouldn't easily come off.

"What's the situation in the prison?" His voice had never failed to catch your attention but right now, your focus was on telling him the reports. Like you usually do. This was his and your routine together.

You reported things in detail. How the cicada is still facing his punishment for the act of rebellion, how the butterfly is finding herself slumbering in this everwinter, how the ant is working hard to atone for his sins, and how the centipede has caused minor inconvenience once again but you got dragged in it, getting a simple scar on your wrist.

Of course, as usual, Alva stayed with his stoic expression on him while listening but when you mentioned your minor injury caused by one of the prisoners, his eyes twitched slightly. You noticed this yet you can't tell if it was really due to the scar on your wrist or the paperwork that he was reading while listening to the report that made his eye twitch.

He slowly placed the paper in his hand, looking at you with a straight face. "Did Jack do anything else other than give you a minor injury?" He questioned, sounding very annoyed there. While it wasn't unusual for him to be annoyed at Jack for his actions like these, you sensed something different in this sort of question. 

What was the word for this feeling you felt when he asked you… Right, concern. It was as if he was concerned for you strangely enough.

"Well, other than breaking a few items and giving my wrist a scar, he did not do anything punishable. I think it was merely his other personality as he called it, acting up just then." You replied, keeping up the professionalism as you observed the way he gazed at you.

The way his blue pupils were glimmering, as if he wanted to ask or say something but he was holding himself back. Although, you weren't that clueless of what he wanted to ask. After all, you worked for him after that fire incident.

He may have hidden his expression with that mask of his but his eyes couldn't lie what he was seeing after all. He was looking at your plastered hand. It was telling what he wanted to ask. "I'm fine. It was a minor injury. Nothing more." You answered despite the question not being asked to you.

Alva had his eyebrows furrowed when he heard that answer. "You—" He paused himself from saying anything but it was clear he didn't appreciate you reading his expression like that but he was less tense than he was before. "Well, I'm glad that your injury doesn’t bring any inconvenience to you." He murmured, looking away from you and his hand gesturing to you that you are dismissed.

You bowed to him and were about to leave his office before you heard him speaking again. "On second thought, can you please stay here?" He requested, trying to sound casual but ended up sounding slightly soft.

This made you feel puzzled. Never have you heard this man say the word please until now. Usually, he would speak in an authoritarian manner that one would demand respect and power. That's what made you cling to him when his first introduction to the prison after the previous warden retired.

So hearing him utter the word 'please' was odd for you.

"What's wrong?" You asked, standing near the door as Alva seemed to be hesitant for a moment.

Alva ended up sighing and shook his head, refraining from saying anything that he would love to say right now and instead, he settled with something more professional sounding. "Help me with sorting this… troublesome paperwork." He pointed at the pile to his right, probably finished going through them.

This task wasn’t something he would assign to you since he does it himself. In his words, "It's more organized if I do it," but perhaps he was feeling overwhelmed by the amount of paperwork on his desk that he needed help with to which you happily lend your hands.

You merely hummed as you immediately made your way to his right side, taking a few papers, and reading through it before putting it in the correct files. Most of these are basically the prisoners’ private information and you knew every prisoner by heart so there was nothing confidential about these papers. As you continued to sort through it, you noticed one of the papers was yellowed, lightly perfumed as well, and with elegant cursive writings on it.

You picked it up and read it briefly,

“To my dearest,”

”If you are reading this right now, this means I have gathered the courage to tell you how I feel.”

You stopped yourself from that sentence. This was a letter on Alva’s table and you accidentally took a sneak peek of it. Was this written to Alva? Or was this written by Alva? The word dearest bothered you slightly and made you curious to read more of the content and before you could even read a little bit more, Alva immediately took that letter from your hand which made you flinched as you turned to Alva who seemed anxious and flustered.

He wanted to say something or yell at you for going through it but you caught him off. “I promise you I didn’t read anything past the line, To my dearest.” You lied. You could’ve mentioned you also read the first sentence following that but you felt like you were putting yourself in danger there. You could’ve sworn you heard the man let out a sigh of relief as he avoided your gaze.

“Should you find any of these letters, please hand them to me. They are precious to me.” Alva clarified and you being his obedient secretary, nodded in affirmation. You are curious, sure but you know your boundaries. After all, you wouldn’t want to disappoint the Warden. Hell, the thought of that made you feel hopeless enough. You can’t bear the thought of losing the flame that had ignited your heart.

You collected all these letters handed to him silently, you didn’t ask him anything but it seemed that the pitiful curious look on your face had him annoyed that he answered the question that was bugging in your head reluctantly, of course. “These letters are written by me. I just never sent them yet.” He murmured, almost embarrassed that he had to admit that he wrote those letters.

Your eyes widened. After all, you never expect the stoic Warden to be writing letters but with that handwriting, you find it somewhat fitting to his nature. “Oh… why not send it?” You couldn’t help but ask, curiosity only grew because of his hesitation in sending this letter to the person he loved.

He stayed silent, eyes narrowed at you which sent a chill down to your spine which instantly made you take back your question. “N-Nevermind… Ignore my question.” You lowered your head and looked away from his gaze as he let out another deep sigh.

“I wasn’t certain how they would feel if I were to give them such letters. Besides, it’s inappropriate to my image.” He answered honestly, you can sense that. He sighed as he looked at you, almost pondering if he should tell more about these letters.

Perhaps not. After all, what kind of superior would fall for his secretary who was formerly a prisoner? He vowed not to delve himself into these human emotions. After all, human emotions are dangerous. A road to death. Besides, he was unsure if his love stemmed in his heart merely because of how obedient you were to his order or how beautiful you were whenever you stood next to him.

It would be incredibly twisted love if those were the only reason.

He knows that.

He was certain you know that as well.

Yet he couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving him alone. He craved your presence and more of your touches. Would he take advantage of his superior status and ask you to do whatever he wishes? Perhaps. It had been bothering his mind for so long. Just command you to stay with him, making you be his and his alone... However, he couldn’t bear the sight of you crying, pleading with him to stop, and becoming frightened of him because of his selfish desire.

His train of thought was interrupted by your voice once more, “Sir? Warden? Mister Alva?” Oh, how he loved how his name rolled off your tongue but pushed that thought aside, clearing his throat as he looked at you with a slight guilt filling his heart. Disgusting that he is having human urges right now.

“Sorry, I didn’t pay attention. Many things are bothering me right now.” Lies escaped his lips but it wasn’t like you picked it up. You merely hummed in acknowledgment but were concerned if things were bothering him right now. You did not like the fact your flames were dimming by a wind that blew its way, trying to put him out.

“You can share it with me.” You paused, wasn’t sure if what you said was the right thing to do but you wanted the flame that attracted you to stay ablaze. He looked at his desk blankly. He knew that. You’re his secretary for a reason. He frowned as the thought of you overflowed his mind again.

He wanted to admit that he loved you but wouldn’t that be pathetic of him? “It's none of your concern." He dismissed, didn't want to endanger the relationship and reputation he had carefully built up after his return from the dead.

No… this was more to him not wanting to open up and have his heart broken all over again. You saw that conflict in his eyes but figured that he wasn’t ready to share so you didn’t push it. Perhaps, you should leave him alone to sort his thoughts out. “I’ll take my leave then…” You excused yourself but Alva ended up watching you leave in silence.

“Why am I scared of them leaving me?” He hissed to himself and tried to clear his mind from you.

He can’t fall here.

Never…

Yet, after time has passed, here he is, laying on his bed wide awake with the thought of you occupying his mind like a plague that he couldn’t cure. His body and mind are craving for your presence, your voice… you. God, how it felt that his mind has gone past the boundaries from thinking about hanging around you to wanting to fuck you.

He was angry at himself. How could he be thinking such vile thoughts about you? If you knew the things he wanted to do to you, you would be scared, maybe even go as far as to hate him. It was as if he was back to being a young man, having a boner at the thought of you. He was thinking if he had lost his mind but he couldn’t help himself.

He thought he was far from human after taking the role of the Warden in this. But perhaps he did return with his humanity still intact.

Embarrassed by his actions right now, he slowly pulls his pants down, looking at the hard-on he has right now before removing his underwear to free his erection that has been throbbing for you.

Calling for you. He finds that something he should be ashamed of. After all, how could he try to seek pleasure from someone as beautiful as you? He bit his lips and wrapped his fingers around his length, rubbing it sensually with his eyes shut at the sensation of his cold hands. When was the last time he touched himself like this so needily?

Such thoughts were a mere distraction to the trouble he had right now. He had to do with what he had right now. Imagination is the only way to go here. After all, he wouldn’t dare to abuse his authority just to have you in his bed, no matter how obedient you are. He couldn’t imagine a prisoner, his secretary, wanting to do such things with their superior.

Though he had to make a mental note not to be loud given your room was next to him.

His hand strokes his cock up and down in a slow manner. In his dream, he imagined you who was crouched in between his legs, holding his dick with your eyes, your mesmerizing eyes looking at him, begging for it. He felt pathetic, needy, and ashamed that he was imagining this but that didn’t stop his mind from running wild.

“Go on… Take it.” He spoke out loud for the imaginary you.

He longed for the warmth of your mouth on his cock. The image of you that he had was perfect; you licking at his tip, teasing him a little before taking the head into his mouth, slowly sinking and taking more and more of him until it hit the back of your throat. Oh, how he wished he could feel that hot, wet mouth of yours but all he could feel was his cold hand.

His thumb grazed the tip, making him almost release all over his bed due to how sensitive he was but he wouldn’t be satisfied is that happened. He had to continue this image of you. He grunted as he worked himself slowly, imagining you eagerly sucking him off as if you couldn’t get enough of him.

His body shivered the more he imagined that his dick was already leaking with precum. Oh, how he would kill to have the image of you drinking his cum, taking all of his seeds in his mouth. He wished you were here so bad. He wanted you to be here.

His back arched slightly as he let out a soft groan. “Fuck.” He picked up the pace, the precum that was on his tip had made it easier for him to stroke his member faster. His breath quickened, turning into a series of breathy pants. At this point, he wanted more… He needed more.

He got lost in the blissful feeling as he continued to imagine you opening yourself up, slowly crawling on top of him, positioning yourself over his dick, and then sliding yourself down, taking him whole. Oh, that thought had him cumming on his hand, moaning your name a little too loud but he was too preoccupied with his lust anyway.

Alva felt like he was in heat. The first release wasn’t enough for him. His cock was still throbbing, craving for you. He needed more and he silently prayed that you walked into this mess and helped cool himself down. His strokes become vigor, eyes fluttering, his head thrown back and moans escaping his lips as he imagined you bouncing off him, riding him, and calling out his name as if it was a series of prayers like he is doing right now.

He felt like he was committing a grave sin for fantasizing about you like this. Perhaps he did commit such a sin. He didn’t realize how loud he was until he heard a knock softly on his door. Now he felt embarrassment rushing towards him but his dick wasn’t satisfied yet. In fact, he was a little pissed off that someone interrupts him right now.

“Yes?” His voice was raspy from all that moaning and groaning he did earlier, annoyance could be heard in him but soon dissipated as he heard who was interrupting him.

“Sir… I… Um… Can I come in?” Your voice was silenced on the other side of the door. Oh, now he felt even more embarrassed and ashamed of himself. How he wished he could keep his mouth shut just now. He swallowed the lump that somehow formed in his throat and covered his erection with a blanket.

“Granted.” He said as he heard the doorknob twist open, revealing you in your sleep outfit and that pretty pink face of yours. You looked incredibly pretty even late at night like this. He wasn’t sure if he should pretend that he didn’t call out your name like a dog in heat or shamelessly ask for your help.

Perhaps, the god that resurrected him was kind enough and answered another of his prayers or perhaps this was retribution for the sins he committed? He couldn’t tell.  He watched you slowly inching close to him. “I… heard you call my name from my room. I… didn’t take you to be very loud, sir.” His heart sped up and his face flushed red but you as well looked nervous at this situation.

“Sorry, I didn’t think I would wake you up.” He apologized but his dick would totally say otherwise by how it is throbbing by how excited it was to get caught by you. You shook your head before approaching him slowly, looking at him for approval to allow you to be close to him. He slightly nods as you are now seated next to him on the bed.

“It’s quite alright… It’s just that… why weren’t you being honest to me that you want me, Alva ?” Those words escaped your lips and made his breath hitched.

You were okay with it?

He was scared for nothing?

His hands couldn’t help but reach for you, caressing your cheeks before keeping his lips pressed together but you didn’t seem to mind his silence, since you noticed how embarrassed he looked right now. You smiled before pressing your hand on his boner that has been left forgotten by Alva. “You don’t have to push me away… I can help you.” Your voice was so soft that he couldn’t help but melt.

The way your hand pushed away the blanket, revealing that embarrassing erection that was dripping with cum from earlier, and how your warm hand is wrapped around his cock instead of his cold hand and he couldn’t help but let out a low hum of pleasure. His body trembled at the touch as his hand placed on your shoulder.

“Are you sure? You are okay with doing this?” He questioned but couldn’t help but hissed slightly when he felt you stroking him so gently there. Seeing how you were quick to remove your pants and underwear couldn’t help but make him excited. He was your flame after all. Anything this man wanted, you would do it. That’s how brightly he had lit the fire inside you.

“Of course, I don’t mind… Anything for you, I’ll do it.” He watched you retract your hand from his dick before you spread your legs wide open for him to see and also to prep yourself for him. He gulped at the sight of your hole in his view to watch. As he noticed that you were about to touch yourself, he stopped you. He couldn’t let you do all the work by prepping yourself in front of him so he decided to do it himself. He wanted to feel how it felt to have his fingers inside of you.

He went close to you before licking his own finger, given he doesn’t keep lube in his room or his office so he had to use his saliva as some sort of lubricant. You were surprised by his action as he slowly grew bolder and impatient. After all, he craved this for so long and you simply hand it to him in a silver platter.

He slipped a finger inside your hole after it was coated properly. He could feel you tightened slightly when you felt him inside you and the gasp you made was so irresistible. “You are alright with this, right?” He asked again, couldn’t help but worry if he truly went past his boundaries with you.

You nodded as you felt him continuing to loosen up the muscle with his finger. “Don’t worry about me…” He hummed in acknowledgment as he continued to prod his finger inside you, causing you to jerk slightly.

Alva watched how your body trembled just having one finger intently. This was like a dream come true for him. Once it was loose enough, he slid another finger in, starting to stretch it out and continuing to thrust his fingers inside you.

Those two fingers are so long that they simply keep hitting the good spot without needing to go all the way in. Originally, you were woken up by him calling your name, and sounded like he needed you but never you thought that he would treat you this well.

“Alva…” You mewled his name and dear god, he liked how his name rolled off your tongue. He was getting greedy as he continued to scissors with his fingers, making sure you were all prepped out for him.

He could feel you were a little looser than before but tightened up as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out. “Are you close?” He asked but he already knew the answer was yes.

Seeing you nod with your mouth spilling out more moans and gripping the sheets was such a turn-on for him. He wanted to see how beautiful you'd looked when you came all over his fingers and how tasty it would be.

“Alva, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum… ” You murmured before coming all over his fingers. He watched his fingers coated in your sweet honey before he licked it up to clean his fingers out. You tasted good, so good that he could go crazy in that moment but oh, he didn’t want to hurt you. He wanted this to be pleasant and sweet.

Seeing that ecstatic look on your face made this whole thing even more sweeter. “You can keep going right?” Alva asked, now starting to position himself better simply sticking his tip, merely rubbing on your cunt and trying to get approval to move on.

You reached for him, caressing his cheek, and nodded. “Yup, you can put it inside me. I need you inside me,” you whimpered in his ear and it aroused him so much, Without a warning, he thrust his whole length inside you to make you tighten and felt so full and a little painful.

Tears trickled the corner of your eyes, trying to adjust to his dick inside you. The way his cock was throbbing inside you clearly indicated he needed this, needed you, and yet he didn't move He looked like he waited for you to get used to it before moving his hips. How ironic of him to be caring towards you in bed when he was usually commanding and cold-hearted as the Warden.

Your heart raced at the thought of you treating him so gently.

“Alva, you can move now.” He kissed your cheek gently before thrusting in and out slowly. An intimate move he’d never thought he would do but then again… here he is fucking you. His hands wandered around your body, slipping underneath your shirt, and holding your waist tightly while your hands made their way to his neck and the back of his head, pulling him close to you.

Your moans were like a symphony to his ears that he couldn’t get enough of, he felt glad that you were feeling extremely good during this whole experience. Your back was arching, your nails were digging into his skin, leaving scratch marks that surely be visible till the next morning.

You were so beautiful to him. So sweet… So precious that the thought of losing you or you betraying him like the others had done to him might haunt him in his nightmare. At this moment, as he pounded into you repeatedly, going faster and faster, hearing your sweet voice calling out your name, he prayed to the god that revived him to make you his.

Make your fates with him aligned with his.

As your body shook from the pleasure, holding onto any part of Alva, your back arched once more and your head was thrown back as you came all over Alva’s cock while Alva shortly after pulling out and coming all over your stomach, knowing fully well that he couldn’t afford to have you pregnant with his child.

Not in this cruel prison that is.

He ended up kissing your forehead before pulling you close to him while you and he tried to catch your breath. He loved you too dearly not to care for you. In the end, he ended up admitting it.

“...I love you.”