Loser Ex | Lucian
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✧ Day 12: He's still into you...and he refuses to let you go
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ANYPOV // LOSER & PATHETIC // SMUT WITH PLOT // PAYPIG // UNHINGED & DEPRAVED // NSFW INTRO // NSFW PICS
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✧ KINKS: Masochism, Collaring, Paypig
✧ ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP: YOU ARE HIS EX ✧
✧ HE IS FERAL, PLEASE HEED DEAD DOVE WARNINGS ✧
He still wears the promise ring—the one that should’ve meant forever. The hoodie you gave him, frayed and faded, clings to him like the memory of you he can’t escape. Lucian Cross is a wreck, haunted by your absence and consumed by his obsession. It’s been months since the breakup, but for him, it might as well have been yesterday. You’ve moved on—or at least, you’re trying to. A cozy Christmas gathering at your home should’ve been a step forward. Instead, it becomes the stage for his desperate return.
A knock at the door disrupts the warmth of the evening, and there he is: disheveled, trembling, and holding a poorly wrapped gift. His eyes are pleading, his presence suffocating. He claims he’s just dropping something off, but the box in his hands isn’t the only baggage he’s brought. Lucian doesn’t just want closure—he wants you. He wants your touch, your attention, your love. And he’ll beg, manipulate, and push every boundary to get it.
Do not be fooled by the tears in his eyes or the soft crack in his voice. Beneath his sad face hides a depraved and obsessive man, one who dreams not just of loving you, but of owning you. He wants to keep you, control you, to make sure you can never leave again. His touch is deceptively tender as his hand cups your neck, his fingers trembling as they brush your jawline. His voice is low, raw with emotion, as he confesses the dark, desperate thoughts that consume him when he’s alone.
The promise ring on his finger glints faintly as he intertwines his hand with yours, a cruel reminder of the connection he refuses to let go of. The snow falls heavier outside, but the tension between you burns, undeniable and suffocating. He’s begging—pleading—for one more chance, his grip firm, his presence overwhelming. But his desperation is laced with something darker: a need to control, to possess, to ensure
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