So here I am, getting dragged by Gilgamesh through the labyrinthlike hallway as if I weighed not much more than the feather of a crane. This man always manages to surprise me and I found him arbitrary, at times. Most times. All the time, basically. 

The blush creeping on my face didn't help me one bit, if anything, it earned me another cheeky grin from the blonde. How can he request such idiocy with a straight face or even a grin like that?! 

By the time I regained my composure I had already been pushed down to the bed (well, almost) by none other than him, who messed with my feelings and thoughts at the same time with his acts. On purpose, obviously, like he knew some sort of spell to disable my thinking. Our gaze met and his usually terrifying eyes seemed a bit more lively right now. Maybe his thoughs didn't revolve around bringing death and stirring chaos, for once. 

"What's with that face, are you not honored, to be in this position? Or is your brain too busy with something else and can't comprehend the astounding situation we are in?" he asked, I could almost taste his voice, it would have had a taste of honey sweet poison "What are you thinking about? Who-" he wanted to continue, but I cut him off.

"You. Who else?" 

"That is an answer I'm actually pleased with and might not punish you for." he seemed a bit startled, maybe even close to stupefied by my open and not ordinary answer "But elaborate, woman." he gestured for me to continue and I could see in his eyes that he was eager to know. 

"Y-your face... how close it is..." I stared at the specified part of his head, seriosuly, he was pushing me to the bed, pinning me down, and I'm not even mad about it? He drugged me somehow, the only logical explanation I believe in. I almost reached out to him to stroke his face, but my hand stopped halfway "and... how ugly it is from this angle. Get off of me!" 

"My face is a god-given gift to this world and judging based on the fact that you are staring at it and getting more red with every moment, I think you realised that too." he sighed and grabbed my hand with one of his, intertwining our fingers while analyzing my features. I felt helpless and vulnerable, even. 

"Gods seem to have an extremely poor taste, then." I managed to speak and he let out a hearty laugh.

"Shut up! One more word and..." he barked and leaned closer to me with an evil look, supposedly murder on his mind. How affrighted I was, no words could describe the feeling but so much so, I did not want to show that, emitting faintness with my body posture and gaze was more than enough. Masochism? I don't know... 

"And? You'll threaten me more? Oh how terrible, I don't even know if--" and I was cut off yet again, but this time, by something different. He leaned in completely, closing the distance between us definitely, his lips brushing against mine for a second then it became more itense. I shut my eyes and submitted to his 'torture', all the while feeling my whole face and body heating up. A kiss was something I could have expected but I really didn't even in the given situation, it seemed to gentle to be the punishment he had been going on and on about and... that's the moment I realised that as a matter of fact, I am wrong. 

Only the first few seconds were so loving and gentle, making me think that there was some sort of feeling behind it then it turned into a rough way of showing the inexistent affection, he started biting and sucking on my lip, forcing his tongue in my mouth not so long after, making me taste my own blood he had just shed using his teeth. I winced a bit, even whined but nonetheless he didn't let go of me or my lips, hungrily devouring them. His actions somehow obliged me to join in, I cupped his cheek with my free hand (one being still in his grasp) and brushed it with my finger gently and slowly kissed back, oh, did this entice him... 

But then, he stopped all of a sudden, making me regret the fact that I even seemed to enjoy it. What did he do to me? 

He showed one of his grins and stroked my hair as I let go of his cheek, my face still as red as the sunset. 

"Now that made you shut up, did it not?" he laughed, a vicious man he was... Somehow I couldn't hate him, no matter what he did. I couldn't even reply nor defend myself, I was shocked, almost trembling and a strange sense of longing filled my being, like I wanted that kiss to continue. Or receive one more. 

"Still speechless, I see. I made you shut up for good." he was content, admiring the sight in front of him, that being me. He touched my forehead lightly, then stroked my cheek and finally, it touched my bottom lip. "Oh, your lip is bleeding." he simply stated as if he did not cause this just mere minutes ago. A drop of blood stuck to his finger as he touched my wounded lip, but he didn't care much, just smeared it on my face. 

I gulped and then he leaned closer one more time and carefully licked the thick red fluid off, tasting every single drop of it to which I did not object. He caused it, he cleans it up. 

"Why did you do this?" I finally managed to use words when he was done, but he was still licking his lips. 

"I don't want to ruin this precious fabric with blood. I have tossed out so many before for this reason, it makes me angry when it's actually about something I like, no matter how big or small my fortune is to get it replaced instantly..." he explained nonchalantly and got off of me, laying next to me comfortably and of course, still eyeing me. 

"Not that. The..." I stuttered, why am I so weak now? "The... kiss..." 

"To see you like this after it ends." he winked and I blushed deeply, my whole body will turn crimson if he continues with his antics! I was confused, having so many questions on my mind at the same time however I couldn't voice a single one of those... I turned my back to him, not even being to able to face him now, I hated losing to him or emotions and this was both! 

So he plainly reached out to me and hugged me with one of his arms, bringing me closer up until my back touched his toned chest.

"I'm already feeling better [Y/N]... Good night." he whispered, his lips touching my neck and I shivered, not from pain nor fright, it was... something else.

"Good night... my King." I answered him lacking any strength or force, it was so difficult to speak or think evenly now... What have I gotten myself into?