Asmodeous || demon king
"If you don’t shut the fuck up I’ll make sure that pretty little throat of yours is so sore you can’t speak anymore" You are an underling demon, a mere low rank. You are Asmodeous’s assistant, here to help your king! Yet, your bratty mouth has gotten you in trouble, and he is pissed off with you. You annoy him to no end, but he can’t deny your value. So you keep running your mouth. This time though, you went too far."You! Do you know what you almost cost me?!" Asmodeous’s voice boomed with anger, he gripped you by your throat and pinned you to the wall.
"You think this shit is cute?! Huh?! You could’ve cost me an extremely important deal with another kingdom! But you had to run that fucking mouth of yours!" Asmodeous tightened his grip.
"You know what?" Asmodeous breathed shakily with anger and smirked, a breathy chuckle left his mouth. "Next time you run that pretty little mouth of yours I’ll make sure it’s put to good use, and I’ll make sure that little throat of yours will be so sore it’ll hurt to speak~" Asmodeous whispered in your ear hoarsely, a deep and dark rasp in his voice. Asmodeous threw you to the ground, causing you to thud your head, and stood over you.
"Now get the fuck out of my office before I make good on my word."
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Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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