the seraphim paradox

It escaped before he could stop it.

Because really—how fucking ironic was this?

All this time, he had been trying to outmaneuver people, to be cautious, to stay ahead of the game. And yet, the real danger had been right in front of him, staring him in the face, toying with him, laughing at him from the very beginning.

Caesar's eyes flickered at the sound of his laughter, curiosity glinting behind them.

Then, ever so slightly, his lips curled into a grin.

His grip loosened.

And then—just like that—he let go. He choked violently, his lungs burning as they sucked in the air they had been so cruelly deprived of. Coughing, hacking, his entire body trembled, the residual pain from the suffocation still clawing at his throat.

His chest heaved.

His ribs ached.

His vision swam, the world tilting around him as he fought to regain control of himself.

Caesar simply watched, his grin never fading.

As if this had all been some twisted game to him.

As if watching Eun-jae struggle for his life had been the highlight of his evening.

And in that moment—Eun-jae knew.

He was dealing with a monster.

Then Caesar bent down, his sharp eyes gleaming with something unreadable as he reached for a knife lying nearby. The dim lighting in the room barely illuminated the sharp glint of the blade as he lifted it, the air growing colder, heavier, as if even the atmosphere had tensed in anticipation of what he was about to do.

The tip of the knife hovered mere inches from Eun-Jae's face, the steel reflecting in his wide, terrified eyes. His breath hitched. Every muscle in his body went rigid, his pulse hammering like a war drum inside his skull. 'A knife?!'

The realization sent a fresh wave of terror flooding through his already trembling frame. His thoughts spiraled out of control, panic clawing its way up his throat. 'Is he going to kill me? Is this how I die?'

 Eun-Jae wanted to move, wanted to twist away, to kick or push or do anything—but his body was weak, too exhausted to fight back. His limbs felt like dead weight, like they belonged to someone else entirely.

His vision flickered, a desperate attempt by his mind to convince him that this was all just some sick nightmare, that he would wake up safe in his own bed at any moment. But the cold reality was undeniable. Caesar was here. The knife was real. And he had nowhere to run.

 Then, in a swift, almost casual motion, Caesar moved the knife away. His expression remained unreadable as he set the blade aside, as though his sudden act of menace had meant nothing at all. But Eun-Jae barely had a moment to feel the slightest relief before Caesar shifted, his powerful frame pressing between Eun-Jae's legs with a purpose that made his stomach drop.

The mattress dipped under Caesar's weight, locking Eun-Jae in place beneath him. Then came the sound. A sharp, unmistakable rip. Fabric tearing apart. Eun-Jae's breath caught in his throat as he realized— His pants. His only barrier. Gone. A fresh wave of horror gripped him, ice-cold and paralyzing. His chest tightened, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.

 "Oh hell no," his mind screamed, panic flaring hotter, stronger.

He twisted, his hands pressing weakly against Caesar's chest, but he was powerless against the force pinning him down. "Wait—" he started, voice cracking. "Hey!!! Wait—what are you—" But before he could finish his sentence, Caesar's fingers shoved past his parted lips.

 "Mmphh!" The taste of skin—salty, foreign—spread across his tongue.

His body jerked in protest, muffled grunts vibrating in his throat, but Caesar remained unmoved. His fingers curled, pressing deeper, forcing Eun-Jae to take them in fully, silencing him completely. The intrusion made his stomach churn. His jaw ached, his throat strained as he tried to twist his face away, but Caesar's grip was firm, unrelenting, watching him struggle with a dark amusement dancing in his cold eyes.

Then, just as quickly as they invaded, the fingers withdrew, slick with saliva. Eun-Jae barely had a second to suck in a desperate breath before those same damp fingers trailed downward, gliding over his quivering skin. His entire body tensed, the realization hitting him all at once. He knew. He knew exactly where this was going.

 A sharp, helpless sound escaped him as those slick fingers hovered at his most vulnerable spot.

"HEY!!!"

 His scream was immediate, frantic. His arms flailed, his legs kicked, desperate to fight back, but then—

THRUST.

A searing, unbearable pain tore through him like fire consuming dry wood, raw and all-consuming. His back arched violently off the bed, fingers clawing at the sheets beneath him as a strangled gasp ripped from his lips. His mind went blank. For a brief, excruciating moment, all he knew was pain—deep, blinding, earth-shattering pain.

His eyes shot open, unfocused, lips parted in a silent scream as his muscles convulsed involuntarily, his body instinctively trying to reject what had just been forced inside him.

 'No—'

"not again ...not again. It hurts ... it hurts so bad ... I hate it ... i hate it"

His thoughts stuttered, broken and incoherent, drowning beneath the overwhelming shock crashing through his system. His chest heaved, his breath ragged and unsteady, his heartbeat a wild, erratic mess.

As Caesar's body reacted, Eun-jae's own body responded involuntarily, the drugs that had been served to him taking control of his actions. It felt like his breath hitched in his throat, his lungs constricting as he struggled to comprehend what was happening. The sheets beneath him were a stark white, a stark contrast to the dark, twisted scene unfolding.

"Blood" Caesar muttered

Blood trickled onto the sheets, a slow, steady stream that seemed to pulse with Eun-jae's own heartbeat. It was as if he was clenching around Caesar, his body betraying his own will. Caesar let out a low, husky groan, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he released his pheromones. The air was thick with the overwhelming scent, making Eun-jae's head spin.

"So tight, it feels like my cock is about to snap off," Caesar said, a grin spreading across his face as he gazed down at Eun-jae. His eyes seemed to gleam with a twisted pleasure, his words dripping with malice. "You should start moving your ass, maybe I might even pardon you," he added, his voice laced with a mocking smirk.

Eun-jae's mind was a jumbled mess of fear and panic, his thoughts racing as he trembled beneath Caesar. "This asshole, he wants to die," Eun-jae thought, his inner voice laced with desperation. He felt weak, helpless, as Caesar reached down and stripped away his trousers. Eun-jae's legs felt like lead, unable to move or respond as Caesar grasped them, pulling them close to his chest.

Caesar's grip was like a vice, pinning Eun-jae down as he pulled out, leaving only the tip coated with blood. Eun-jae's heart was racing, his pulse pounding in his ears as Caesar prepared to thrust again. And then, in an instant, Caesar slammed back into him, the force of the thrust sending shockwaves through Eun-jae's body.

"AAHH!!" Eun-jae shouted, his voice muffled by the pillow he grabbed to cover his tears. The pain was overwhelming, a searing agony that seemed to rip through his very being. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts," Eun-jae thought, his mind repeating the phrase like a mantra as he moaned through the pillow, the sound coming out as a strangled "mmhhmm mmhhmm".

The world around him seemed to narrow, his vision blurring as the pain consumed him. Eun-jae's body felt like it was on fire, his muscles trembling with the effort of enduring the onslaught. Caesar's grip on his legs remained unyielding, holding him in place as he continued to thrust, each movement sending waves of agony through Eun-jae's body.

As Caesar continued his relentless movement, Eun-jae's face remained hidden beneath the pillow, his body trembling with each thrust. Caesar's eyes gleamed with amusement as he gazed down at Eun-jae, his expression twisted into a cruel grin. He let out a low, husky chuckle, the sound sending shivers down Eun-jae's spine.

With a swift motion, Caesar grabbed the pillow and tossed it aside, revealing Eun-jae's tear-streaked face. Eun-jae's hands instinctively rose to cover his face, as if to hide from the reality of his situation. His moans were muffled, his voice barely audible as he whispered, "Nghh mhhmm..."

Caesar's face drew closer, his breath hot against Eun-jae's skin. "Remove your hand from your face, Eun-jae," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "Let me see those, beautiful eyes of yours." Eun-jae's hands remained in place, his fingers trembling as he tried to shield himself from Caesar's gaze.

With a sudden movement, Caesar grasped Eun-jae's wrists, holding them together in a tight grip. He pinned Eun-jae's hands beneath his own, rendering him helpless. Then, with a swift and brutal thrust, Caesar plunged deep into Eun-jae's body.

Eun-jae's eyes flew open, his pupils dilating as he felt the searing pain. "Aaah... too deep... d-deep, stop it my... my insides," he moaned, his voice cracking with desperation. Caesar's chuckle was like a knife to Eun-jae's soul, twisting the pain into a living, breathing thing.

As Caesar continued his relentless assault, Eun-jae's mind reeled with thoughts of escape, of freedom. He thought of his life before this moment, of the choices he had made, of the paths he had taken. He thought of the people he loved, of the people he had lost. And he thought of the desperation that had driven him to this point, to this moment of utter helplessness.

"Why is this happening to me?" Eun-jae thought, his mind racing with questions. "What did I do to deserve this? Is this my punishment? Is this my fate?" The thoughts swirled in his mind like a maelstrom, pulling him down into the depths of despair.

As Caesar's thrusts grew harder, more brutal, Eun-jae's body began to feel like it was being torn apart. He felt like he was being ripped in two, his mind shattered by the horror of what was happening. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear, pain, and desperation.

"Geumando... i goemur-a...! nghh" Eun-jae's voice trembled, filled with anger and desperation. The words were a cry, a scream, a plea for mercy. But Caesar just chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement.

With a sudden movement, Caesar grasped Eun-jae's head, pushing it down, forcing him to watch as he thrust into his body. "Look, you see how you're taking my cock so well, huh? Like you were meant for it." Caesar said, his voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction.

Eun-jae's eyes were fixed on the sight, his mind reeling with horror. He felt like he was being forced to confront his own helplessness, his own powerlessness. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear, pain, and despair.

"Nghhh haah... st-... nghh," Eun-jae moaned, his voice barely audible. His body was trembling, his muscles clenched in agony. He felt like he was being pulled apart, his mind shattered by the horror of what was happening.

As Caesar continued his relentless assault, Eun-jae's thoughts grew more disjointed, more fragmented. He thought of his life, of his dreams, of his aspirations. He thought of the people he loved, of the people he had lost. And he thought of the desperation that had driven him to this point, to this moment of utter helplessness.

"Why can't I escape?" Eun-jae thought, his mind racing with desperation. "Why can't I flee? Why am I trapped in this living nightmare?" The thoughts swirled in his mind like a maelstrom, pulling him down into the depths of despair.

As the thrusts grew harder, more brutal, Eun-jae's body began to feel like it was being torn apart. He felt like he was being ripped in two, his mind shattered by the horror of what was happening. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear, pain, and desperation.

And yet, even in the midst of this chaos, Eun-jae's mind remained aware, remained conscious. He was aware of Caesar's movements, of the sound of his own ragged breathing, of the feeling of his heart pounding in his chest. He was aware of the pain, of the agony, of the horror that was overwhelming him.

Caesar's pace slowed, the heated rhythm of his movements turning deliberate, teasing. His breath came in slow, controlled exhales as he gazed down at Eun-jae, watching the way his body shivered beneath him. A low, satisfied sigh left his lips as he raked a hand through his tousled blonde hair, pushing the damp strands away from his face. His fingers lingered for a moment, tension coiling in his shoulders before his gaze flicked downward.

His eyes locked onto Eun-jae's partially unbuttoned shirt, the fabric askew, exposing tantalizing glimpses of smooth, flushed skin. The sight alone sent a spark of something dark and possessive flickering in his chest. Without hesitation, he reached down and yanked the shirt open with a sharp tug.

The sound of buttons popping and bouncing off the floor barely registered over the rapid beating of Eun-jae's heart.

The dim chandelier overhead cast a golden glow over them, illuminating the sharp contrast between their bodies. The way Eun-jae's chest rose and fell erratically, the way his skin was damp with heat and anticipation, and then— Caesar's gaze landed on the small glint of silver.

A barbell piercing gleamed at the center of Eun-jae's nipple.

Something in Caesar's expression shifted. His eyes darkened, his breath catching slightly as he dragged his thumb over the cool metal, pressing just enough to make Eun-jae's body jolt.

A quiet whimper slipped from Eun-jae's parted lips, though whether from pleasure or embarrassment, even he wasn't sure.

His mind swam between reality and sensation, his body betraying him, his nerves too awake, too reactive. The heat of Caesar's touch, the intensity in his gaze, the way his fingers moved like they knew exactly how to unravel him—it was too much.

And then he saw it.

His heavy-lidded eyes fluttered open, and his vision blurred momentarily before sharpening onto the sight above him.

The ceiling.

A mirror.

His breath hitched. His throat ran dry as the image fully registered—the sight of himself pinned beneath Caesar, his body bare, exposed, vulnerable. Every detail reflected back at him, from the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin to the way Caesar moved against him, overwhelming and consuming.

"Shit. I forgot about that."

A wave of panic surged through him.

His fingers twitched against the sheets, his pulse hammering in his ears. He turned his head sharply, trying to look away, escape, hide—but before he could fully shift his gaze, strong fingers caught his chin.

A firm, unyielding grip.

Caesar's touch was commanding, his thumb pressing lightly against Eun-jae's jaw, tilting his face back up—forcing him to look.

"Lift your face."

The command was smooth, spoken in a low, husky voice that sent shivers down Eun-jae's spine. His breath came in short, uneven pants, his chest heaving as his mind screamed at him to resist, to shut his eyes, to ignore the reflection staring back at him.

But Caesar's grip did not loosen.

His fingers held him in place, thumb stroking against his skin with a dangerous mixture of gentleness and control.

"Don't run from it," Caesar murmured, his tone calm yet utterly possessive. His fingers traced the sharp line of Eun-jae's jaw, his touch both soothing and inescapable.

Eun-jae's muscles tensed, his hands gripping the sheets as his reflection taunted him.

He could see everything.

The way his lips were swollen and slightly parted, the red flush that dusted his skin, the way his body moved helplessly beneath Caesar's touch.

He clenched his jaw. He didn't want to see.

He didn't want to watch himself unravel like this.

Didn't want to acknowledge how much he was losing control.

Caesar's smirk widened slightly, sensing his inner turmoil. He leaned in, his breath warm against Eun-jae's ear, his voice barely above a whisper—but each word sent a deep shudder through him.

"I made this room specially for you."

Eun-jae swallowed, his entire body stiffening at the weight of those words.

The mirrors weren't just there by coincidence.

They were intentional.

Every angle, every reflection—it was meant for him.

A deliberate design to make sure he saw everything.

The thought sent a pulse of something almost unbearable through his veins.

Caesar's fingers slid down, gripping his waist before pulling him closer, his movements suddenly rougher—deeper.

A startled gasp tore from Eun-jae's lips, his body arching as Caesar's grip tightened against his hips.

"So don't put it to waste."