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Kyrin’s dressed in dark jeans, black shirt, and has dark brown floppy hair that brushes over a forehead and face that is honestly too pretty to not smile. “You’re not damaged enough.”
You type villain into Google and it will give you the mug shot of Lilith Patience. Silver hair, pale skin, a pout that would bring most men to their knees just imagining what those lips would look like wrapped around their cocks. That’s not even mentioning those lilac eyes. Fucking lilac eyes. Don’t know how that happened and don’t give enough of a fuck about it to ask how they turned out like that.
Welcome to Midnight Mayhem, where we fuck with your head because our heads fuck us on the daily.
He cocks his head to the side, and my eyes land on the vein that’s pulsing beneath the skin on his neck. He has tattoos in various places, none of which I can make out from here, but his body… his body is lean and strong, and heavily worked on. His tongue snakes out and dampens his bottom lip, and I narrow my attention to the ring I saw against the light. He has high cheekbones and features I would say are pretty. Almost too pretty. He has soft, tanned skin, almond eyes that seem to light up whenever something passes his mind, and lips I could imagine sucking poison from.
Eli
My hair is an odd shade of silver, even though I’m naturally brunette. I’ve always had a hairstylist keep up the maintenance on it, though I’m guessing Midnight Mayhem will have their very own. Bleach, and then grayed.
The Elite Kings Club is—well—it’s like a secret society, though most call it a cult. It’s a really fucking long story how it all came about, but basically, I’m a Rebellis, which in English means rebel. I have a job within the world, just as my father and his father did, but right now, I’m here on another job, and that’s to make sure that Midnight Mayhem isn’t feeding us to our enemies.
Black coat with spikes down the backs of her legs, with a collar that reaches high behind her neck. A leather string wraps around her hips, showcasing her G-string, and the fact that her tits sit up to her chin with no bra only
Her black top hat has a crown on top with horns that spike up slightly on the sides. The bucket of the hat shades half of her face, with nothing but her polished black lips smirking beneath the shadow. She’s clearly wearing a clown face, and one that’s a little too similar to fucking mine already.
I prefer the men who lurk in dark, dusty corners.”
“The broody hard-to-get thing you have going on isn’t working, just FYI, so when you’re ready to swallow your pride, I can lube your throat with my cum so it goes down easier.”
Lilith is the kind of chaos you find yourself needing because she makes you feel like you’re not alone with your madness.
One offers warmth and friendship, and the other offers carnage and power. They both offer pain.
“I didn’t choose. I won’t choose. They’re both fucking mine. Now are you done?”
There’s a sense of calm that comes with the connection between Eli and me. Security, warmth. With Kyrin, it’s chaos, obsession, control, but although they both offer me different things, as well as to each other, the impact is all the same.
Patience is a giant tower that is built in the middle of the ocean, off the coast of Kiznitch. Of course, only those who attend the shows know where it is, and by the time they’re back on land, they won’t remember where they had just been.
“First of all, puppet, I’m not a fucking psychopath. Don’t insult those who do suffer with the mental health condition. I am created, not born this way.”
‘Always a rebel, forever a soldier, one as a lover, the other don’t bother.’
