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[00:44] “You, you, you,” Taeil stuttered, his face looking full of anger, anger in which you did not deserve, “you bewitch me, and I curse you for it. I have mountains of responsibilities to see to, but you, you are the only thing I care about. I have duties to fulfill, but you are the only person I seem to want around. I have much more important things to attend to, I have things I would much rather attend to.” Taeil took a step closer to you. You could feel his breath fan your face, his lips mere millimeters from yours. His hands hovered closed to your cheeks, almost grasping you. “You have bewitched me, and I curse for it, for I cannot bear a moment apart from you.”

“My lord,” You felt your breath hitch, you wanted to close the already minimal distances between the two of you.

“Say you do not feel the same.”

“my lord?” all of your words were mere whispers, afraid the walls might catch onto your conversation.

“Say I do not bewitch you. Say you are not mad for me. Say you do not desire me the way I desire you, and I shall leave you be.” his eyes looked up at yours, no longer staring down at your lips.

You opened your mouth to say the words, but the voice did not speak. You had been bewitched. You have been mad for him. You desire him in the same way he does you. You urged yourself to speak the words he wished to hear. You opened your mouth to say you did not feel the same, but your voice never spoke. You looked up at him once more, the desperation so evident in his eyes.

“You have my lord. You have bewitched me, you make me mad, I do desire you all the same as you desire me.”

Taeil grasped your face, pushing his lips against yours. A kiss shared between two.

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Loosely based off of season 2 of bridgerton