Caged Beauty°•°•°

(A/n) : ‼️Dark situation, toxic love and obsession, if you're not comfortable with these kind of things then pass this oneshot, anyway, read it at your own risk. You were warned.‼️

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The idea of the scenario :

This oneshot is based on one of my story that's in my drafts and I'll write.

I'll keep the male character's name the sma as in my story.

The oneshot :

The grand villa stood tall amidst the sprawling vineyards of Sicily, its opulent walls and gardens masking the darker truths hidden within.

Inside the lavish confines of Asael's estate, [Y/n] sat by the massive arched window, her delicate figure bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun.

She was the perfect picture of elegance, her pastel dress flowing around her like a second skin, highlighting her hourglass figure (or whatever figure you have).

Her long, wavy [h/c] hair framed her angelic face and her [e/c] eyes stared out at the horizon, shimmering with unspoken defiance and sorrow.

Asael watched her from the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on her every movement. His sharp suit clung to his powerful frame, exuding dominance yet it was his expression that held a dangerous mix of amusement and obsession.

She was everything he had ever wanted– and everything he could never let go of.

"Still staring out the window, principessa ?" He drawled, his deep voice breaking the silence. "You're not escaping, so you might as well stop pretending."

[Y/n] turned sharply, her glare cutting through him like ice. "You disgust me", she hissed, her sweet, melodic voice trembling with anger.

He smirked, stepping into the room with deliberate slowness. "You say that every day, yet it only makes me want you more. You're beautiful when you're angry, [Y/n]."

Her jaw tightened as she stood, her small fists clenched at her sides. "You had no right to take me", she snapped, her voice rising. "I am not some prize for you to claim !"

"But that's exactly what you are", he replied, his smirk widening. "The prettiest princess of France, stolen right from her gilded cage to sit in mine. And look at you now– mia regina."

He closed the distance between them, towering over her petite frame as he cupped her chin. "You should be grateful, amore."

She slapped his hand away, her [e/c] eyes blazing with fury. "Grateful ? For being kidnapped ? For being forced into this... this nightmare ?"

Asael chuckled, his voice low and taunting. "Nightmare ? I think you mean paradise."

Without warning, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers in a rough, possessive kiss.

"Let me go !" She yelled, squirming against him, her hands pushing futilely against his chest.

He released her just enough to look into her eyes, his own filled with amusement. "You make it so hard to resist, cara. The way you fight me, the way you glare– it's intoxicating."

Her breath hitched as her eyes filled with tears, her shoulders trembling. She tried to step back, but his grip was unyielding.

"Are you crying again, principessa ?" He asked, his tone mocking but his gaze unwavering. "You know, you're unfair. How can someone look so breathtaking while crying ? It's almost cruel."

"Shut up !" She snapped, trying to wipe her tears away but he caught her wrists and held them firmly.

"No, don't hide them", he murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I want to see. 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, [𝐘/𝐧]. Let me see those tears."

Her lips quivered as she stared at him, horrified. "You're sick", she spat, her voice cracking.

He laughed, his grip tightening slightly. "Maybe. But I can't help it, amore. When you cry, you're like a masterpiece– so delicate, so beautiful, so raw."

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her cheek. "Go on, cry a little more for me. It suits you."

"Stop it !!" She screamed, struggling harder against him, her tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

But instead of letting her go, Asael tilted his head, his smirk turning darker. "There it is", he murmured, almost to himself. "That perfect little face. Dio, I could watch you cry forever."

[Y/n] finally broke free, her sobs echoing as she stumbled away from him. She turned her back, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably as she tried to compose herself.

Asael remained where he was, his eyes fixed on her trembling form. He ran a hand through his dark hair, muttering a curse under his breath.

"How do you do this to me, principessa ? Even your tears make me insane. Do you have any idea what you do to me ?"

She whirled around, her tear-streaked face full of fury and heartbreak. "I hate you", she said, her voice trembling.

"I know", he replied, his smirk softening but his obsession clear. "And I love it. Every glare, every tear, every slap– it's all mine."

As she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her, Asael sank into a nearby chair, his smirk returning.

He would never let her go, no matter how much she fought.

Watching her resist him, cry and curse his name was both torture and pleasure– a wicked game he would never tire of playing.

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The nights were the worst.

During the day, [Y/n] could find brief moments of solace. Asael's business consumed most of his time, leaving her to roam the grand villa in relative peace.

She could sit by the window, read books from the library or simply lose herself in memories of her life before this nightmare.

But as the sun dipped below the horizon, a cold dread crept over her, knowing he would return.

The large, luxurious bedroom felt more like a prison as the hours ticked by. It was their "shared" bedroom, though [Y/n] would never have chosen to be there.

He had insisted they sleep in the same bed– after all, they were 'married' now, as he constantly reminded her. She had no say in the matter.

That evening, as the clock struck 9, she heard the familiar sound of footsteps echoing down the marble hallway.

Her heart sank. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands clutching the sheets tightly, her [e/c] eyes staring at the closed door.

It opened moments later and there he was– Asael, his presence dominating the room as he stepped inside.

His tie was loosened, his suit jacket slung over one arm but the smirk on his face was as sharp as ever.

"Miss me, principessa ?" He drawled, his voice dripping with arrogance.

She turned away, refusing to meet his gaze. "I wish you'd stay at work forever", she muttered under her breath.

He chuckled, setting his jacket and tie aside before undoing the top buttons of his shirt. "Now, now, don't be like that. You know the nights are my favorite time of day."

Her body tensed as he approached, the bed dipping slightly under his weight as he sat beside her. She tried to inch away but his hand reached out, wrapping around her wrist and pulling her back.

"Don't run, [Y/n]", he said, his tone teasing but his grip firm. "Where would you even go ?"

She glared at him, her [e/c] irises flashing with defiance. "I hate you."

"I know", he replied, his smirk widening. "But it's our wedding night every night, isn't it ? What kind of husband would I be if I didn't hold my beautiful wife ?"

Before she could retort, he pulled her into his arms, his hands possessive as they slid around her waist. She stiffened, her small frame rigid against his but he only chuckled, as if her resistance amused him.

"Relax, cara", he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple. "You're my wife. This is where you belong."

"I don't belong here", she snapped, her voice trembling. "And I don't belong to you !"

He tilted her face up to his, his dark eyes narrowing. "Oh, but you do", he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "You belong to me, [Y/n]. Every part of you."

Tears welled in her eyes and she bit her lip, trying to hold them back. But it was futile. A single tear escaped, sliding down her cheek.

(Yes, she's a crybaby 😑.)

"There it is", he said softly, his voice laced with that familiar, twisted fascination. "Cry for me, principessa. You know how much I love seeing you like this."

Her breath hitched and she tried to push him away, her small hands pressing against his chest. "You're sick, Asael !"

"And you're stunning", he countered, ignoring her struggles. "Especially when you cry. Dio, those tears... they make you look even more perfect."

She couldn't hold back anymore, the dam breaking as sobs shook her shoulders. His grip only tightened, his lips curving into a dark smile as he held her closer.

"That's it", he whispered, his tone almost tender. "Let it out, amore. Cry for me. I want to see every tear, hear every sob. You have no idea what you do to me when you look like this."

"You're a monster", she choked out between sobs, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Maybe", he admitted, running his fingers through her soft [h/c] waves. "But I'm your monster. And you ? You're mine, [Y/n]. Body, mind and soul. So stop fighting it."

Exhausted from the weight of her emotions, [Y/n] finally went limp in his arms, her tears soaking his shirt.

Asael leaned back, pulling her down with him as they lay on the bed. He held her possessively, his hands roaming her back as he murmured in her ear.

"See ? This isn't so bad, is it ?" He said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Just let me hold you and I promise you'll get used to it. One day, you might even like it."

She turned her face away, her tears continuing to fall silently as she stared at the darkness outside the window. She hated him, hated how powerless she was in his arms but most of all, she hated that somewhere deep down, part of her feared he might be right.

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(A/n) : felt so sleepy but I just write that for you. Literally writing before sleeping even though I have school and a math test. Pray for me 😭. I swear I'm so tired if it plus I have 2 hours of it first thing in the morning... Whatever.

See ya ! 💋