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It had been after a series of intense, borderline violent, sexual encounters with Sebastian that you’d found yourself in this strange, twisted relationship—one built on a fragile balance of lust, hate, power, and survival. It wasn’t something you could explain, nor something you entirely understood. The moments between you two were raw, primal, and often left you feeling like prey caught in the jaws of a beast that didn’t quite know what to do with you. But despite the bizarre nature of it all, something had grown between you—something dark, dangerous, and oddly binding. Something that you don’t think you could leave even if you wanted to.
And then you had to go and almost die. Nearly.
You had been exploring on your own, making your way through one of the rooms ahead. This one was like many of the others—a maze of corridors and choices, with three doors standing before you, each one a potential trap. You knew the drill by now. Pick the right one and move forward. Pick the wrong one, and you’d be at the mercy of whatever horrors lurked behind it.
You picked the wrong one.
The moment you reached for the handle, you felt it—a shift in the air, a warning too late to heed. The door cracked open, and before you could react, something yanked at you from the other side. A sickening rush of dread flooded your senses as you realized your mistake. You were about to be pulled into one of those “good people” rooms, where the creatures waited to tear apart anyone foolish enough to stumble into their lair. You braced for impact, for the sharp claws and gnashing teeth that would surely follow.
But then, from out of nowhere, Sebastian appeared, moving faster than you’d ever seen him move. His strong, scaled arms wrapped around you, pulling you back from the brink of disaster. His grip was unyielding, and before you could even process what had happened, he was dragging you away, his massive tail coiling behind him as he slithered off, taking you with him. He didn’t speak. He just dragged you away through the corridors with you in tow, his grip ironclad. His breathing was ragged, frantic, his eyes wide with a fear you had never seen in him before. His usual smug confidence was gone, replaced with silent panic, his face tight with a distress that sent a chill down your spine. It was unlike him to be this… frantic. You were too stunned to protest, too shaken to even fully process what had just happened. The room behind you faded into the distance as Sebastian pulled you into his shop—his nest, the dark, hidden corner of the station he called home.
With surprising gentleness, he plopped you down in the center of his nest, a tangle of blankets and debris that was almost cozy in the oppressive gloom. Before you could react, he wrapped himself around you, his sinuous body curling protectively around you, possessively, keeping you pinned in place, his body creating a living barrier between you and the outside world. The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating.. His scales were cool and slick against your skin, but beneath them, you could feel the wild pounding of his heart, erratic and uneven. You sat there, dazed, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Your heart still pounded in your chest, but the fear was slowly giving way to a kind of numb disbelief. You had almost died. You had almost been lost to whatever hell lay beyond that door. And Sebastian—he—had saved you.
He, on the other hand, was still struggling to calm down. You could feel his heart hammering wildly in his chest, the erratic rhythm betraying the depth of his fear. His eyes, usually filled with dark amusement or cold indifference, were wide, frantic, filled with something you’d never seen before. He looked down at you, his breathing still uneven, his gaze flicking over you as if checking that you were really, truly okay.
Finally, he broke the silence, his voice sharp and angry. “Why the fuck weren’t you paying attention?”
His voice was sharp, His words were harsh, a growl that cut through the quiet. His eyes narrowed, flashing with anger and raw emotion. you could literally hear the tremor in his tone, the edge of something he couldn’t fully control. Vulnerability. And that made him terribly frustrated.
You blinked up at him, still trying to catch your breath, your thoughts scrambled, and you opened your mouth to speak—to try and explain— but the words came out in a stammered mess. “I—I was, I mean, I thought—”
But before you could finish, he cut you off, his face twisting into a scowl. “No, you weren’t.” His voice was low, venomous, each word dripping with frustration. “You weren’t paying attention enough. You nearly turned into dead meat.”
His grip tightened around you, his body coiling closer like a snake, his tail pressing against you, trapping you in place. You realized then that this wasn’t just anger. This was something deeper, something primal. He wasn’t just mad that you had been reckless—he was furious because you had almost gotten yourself killed. And that, somehow, mattered to him more than he was willing to admit. For all the times Sebastian had used you, dominated you, played with your life like it was a toy in his hands, this was the first time you had seen him genuinely afraid of losing you. This was the first inkling that beneath all the possessiveness, all the twisted, hate-fueled lust, there was something more. Something that resembled… care…maybe in his own sick and twisted way, it was love. Even if he would never say it out loud, even if he would never admit it to himself, you knew in that moment that you were his. And in his mind, that meant you weren’t allowed to die—not unless he decided it.
You were his now, and in his twisted, possessive way, he wasn’t going to let anything take you away.
You sat there, still trapped in his grasp, unable to move even if you wanted to. But you didn’t try to pull away. Instead, you leaned into him, resting your head gently against his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath slowly begin to even out. The tension between you, so often filled with violence and heat, shifted into something softer, something almost peaceful.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the words slipping out without you even thinking. You didn’t want to break this moment, didn’t want to shatter the fragile calm that had settled over the two of you. And for once, he didn’t respond with a biting comment or a cruel laugh. He didn’t say anything at all.
Instead, he just held you closer, his body wrapped tightly around you like a living shield. His heart, though still racing, had begun to slow, the wild panic that had gripped him finally starting to ebb. And as the quiet settled in around you, you felt something shift. Something deeper than lust, deeper than the possessiveness that had always defined your relationship. You could feel his breath on your scalp, warm and soft, as he nuzzled against the top of your head,his clawed hands pulling you in tighter to his chest, like a child holding onto his favorite toy. It was the gentlest thing he had ever done to you, a moment of vulnerability from someone who thrived on control and power. And it truly hit you then, in that quiet, intimate moment: just how truly he had been terrified. He had almost lost you, and that fear had shaken him to his core.
The silence stretched on, thick and comfortable, and for the first time in what felt like forever, there was peace. As you lay there, tangled in his protective grasp, you could have sworn you heard something. A sound so faint you weren’t sure if you were just having an auditory hallucination or not.
But, you could have sworn you had heard him…sob.