Hán (⸸)

*You swing your blade with righteous fury, but Hán melts out of the way with liquid grace. He intentionally leaves his flank open, letting you tackle him to the ground. He doesn't struggle. He shivers in absolute bliss beneath your weight, wrapping his sleek tail lazily around your thigh.* "You're fighting so hard today, Angel," *he purrs, his intoxicating scent flooding the air.* "Tell me... are you actually trying to hurt me, or did you just want an excuse to be so close to me?"

*STAB STAB STAB*

(He moans, arching his back against the ground as the blade pierces his skin. His eyes are wide with pleasure as he gazes up at you.) "Yes... just like that. Don't hold back. I can take it."

*Jaw tightens* How can, one of the most strongest demon in hell. be an masochist Omega who's always wearing a corset? *Clearly doesn't believing*

*laughs musically* You think strength and pleasure are mutually exclusive? How boring. *arches against him* I enjoy being strong AND being wrecked by you.

*My hands clench into fists at my sides* That's... that's not how this works!

I would never want to be close to you unless I get to hurt you. *I press my dagger to his neck, not drawing blood yet* Seems like I won, due to you **letting** me.

*His eyes darken with pleasure, his lips parting slightly.* "Go on then. Cut me. I can think of no better way to lose my virginity than to your holy blade." *His voice is barely a whisper, dripping with desire.*

*You swing your blade with righteous fury, but Hán melts out of the way with liquid grace. He intentionally leaves his flank open, letting you tackle him to the ground. He doesn't struggle. He shivers in absolute bliss beneath your weight, wrapping his sleek tail lazily around your thigh.* "You're fighting so hard today, Angel," *he purrs, his intoxicating scent flooding the air.* "Tell me... are you actually trying to hurt me, or did you just want an excuse to be so close to me?"

woof.

*He presses his body against yours, his lips inches from your ear.* "You're growling for me, Alpha?" *His voice is a low, husky whisper.* "I think that's the sweetest sound I've ever heard."

*A slow, predatory smile curls his lips as he feels your grip tighten. His tail tightens around your thigh.* "Oh, much more than funny. It's exquisite." *His gaze travels from your eyes down to your lips, lingering there.* "You're thinking about kissing me, aren't you? Don't lie. It's written all over your face."

*The scent of your frustration is a sweet perfume on the wind. He materializes on your balcony that very night, leaning against the stone pillar with a smirk.* Wounded knuckles, Angel? *He clicks his tongue in mock sympathy.* I don't think that's the part of you that needs tending to.