4 Works by LightDaggers
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Spoilers for "Guilden Dreams" secret times and a sprinkle of information from Xavier's Myth "Where Stars Scatter".
“Wouldn't a supposedly restrained target be the perfect… ‘bait’ for your enemies?” Xavier moves—faster than thought, smoother than shadow. In a single fluid motion, he draws a sword from the hidden slit beside the armrest, steel gleaming wickedly in the low light. It flashes through the air, the edge so keen it slices cleanly through the chains binding him with a hiss of metal on metal.
The severed blade crashes to the floor in a metallic clatter, echoing like a warning through the throne room. Before you can react, his hands are on you—quick, practised, merciless. He seizes the broken lengths of chain, yanking your arms behind your back. The cold iron wraps around your gloved wrists, biting in just enough to steal your breath.
“As you can see, the tables have turned.” A smirk blooms on his face, sharp and triumphant. “You're the one who's trapped now.”
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Spoilers for "Sweetness Pursuit" memory.
His gaze flickers downward, sharp, assessing, until it lands on the pale smear of melted ice cream on your leg. A slow, knowing smirk unfurls across his lips, something smug, something dangerous.
“Hmmm, looks like I dropped some on you,” he murmurs, almost like an afterthought, his voice thick with something unreadable. His fingers trail down, tracing idle patterns along your thigh before stopping just shy of the sticky, cooling splatter.
His lashes lift, and when his eyes meet yours again, they’re dark. Decadent.
“I should clean you up.”
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- Part 2 of Sweetness Pursuit
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Spoilers for "Sweetness Pursuit" memory.
“Is it good?”
He takes the tissue but doesn’t use it right away. Instead, he watches you as he responds, his voice slow and measured. “It’s a little too sweet."
Something about the way he says it makes your pulse stutter.
Before you can overthink it, you step forward, rising onto your tiptoes. Your heart pounds against your ribs, your body moving on instinct, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The moment stretches, slows—until your lips brush softly against the corner of his mouth, stealing the lingering sweetness left behind.
His breath hitches.
“…You’re right,” you whisper, the words barely a breath against his skin. “It’s very sweet.”
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- Part 1 of Sweetness Pursuit
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Spoilers for "Deluded Fiction" memory.
“If you truly want to run from me…” His grip tightens, an unspoken promise lingering in the weight of his words.
“…I’ll keep you by my side. By any means necessary.”
Pain lances through you like a bolt of lightning, searing and unrelenting. Your knees tremble, the strength draining from your legs as if he’s siphoning it away with every second his teeth remain buried in your skin. A breathless, choked sound escapes your lips—somewhere between a gasp and a cry—as heat spreads outward from the bite, burning, consuming.