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OUR NIGHT IN PARIS

TWICE MINA X MALE READER

Tags : Cold Mina, Younger Male Manager Reader, Fendi Fashion Week, Night In Paris

The Parisian air vibrated with a frenetic energy – a whirlwind of posh accents, clicking cameras, and the constant buzz of anticipation. Y/n, perpetually juggling his camera bag and a clipboard overflowing with Mina's schedule, weaved through the throngs of people at the airport. A few paces ahead walked Mina, the Kpop idol he managed. Her face, as always, was an unreadable mask – a carefully cultivated persona of the aloof ice queen.

"Mina!" Y/n called out, his voice barely audible over the din. "Don't forget your sunglasses! The paparazzi will be brutal."

Mina turned, a flicker of something akin to annoyance crossing her porcelain features. "I know," she said, her voice clipped and emotionless. It was a familiar exchange, this dance they'd perfected over the years. Y/n, the ever-organized and cheerful manager, and Mina, the stoic and fiercely independent star.

Yet, sometimes, when their eyes met in fleeting moments, Y/n swore he saw a spark – a hint of warmth that contradicted her icy exterior. He knew the pressures she faced – the relentless schedules, the constant scrutiny, the never-ending need to be perfect. It weighed heavily on her, a burden she rarely spoke of.

They arrived at their luxurious hotel suite overlooking the Seine. Y/n busied himself unpacking Mina's designer clothes while she retreated to the bathroom. From behind the closed door, a soft sigh reached his ears.

"Y/n," she called out, her voice softer than he was used to. "Can you come here for a moment, please?"

He approached the bathroom cautiously, a knot of apprehension forming in his stomach. Mina stood by the sink, her face bare of makeup, showcasing the vulnerability etched around her eyes. There was a raw desperation in her gaze that sent a jolt through him.

"Mina, is everything alright?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

She took a deep breath, her perfect facade crumbling around the edges. "No, Y/n," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Everything is… not alright. At least, not the way it should be."

Y/n's heart hammered against his ribs. He'd never seen her like this, so vulnerable, so… real. "What's wrong, Mina? You can tell me," he urged, his voice gentle.

She reached out, her hand trembling slightly as it grasped his. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down his spine. "Y/n," she began, her voice barely above a breath. "You… you have no idea how much I…"

Her words trailed off, replaced by a frustrated growl. Y/n, emboldened by her vulnerability, decided to take a chance. "Mina," he said softly. "You can tell me anything."

She met his gaze, her eyes blazing with an intensity that left him breathless. "I want you, Y/n," she confessed, her voice husky with suppressed desire. "I've wanted you for months, maybe even years."

Y/n's breath hitched. This was a revelation, a secret confession that shattered the carefully constructed image of the cold, unapproachable star. "Mina… I…" he stammered, unsure of how to respond.

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. "Don't you get it? This whole facade, it's killing me! I can't pretend anymore. I want to be with you, Y/n. Not as your manager, but as…" Her voice trailed off, a blush creeping up her neck.

Y/n understood. As manager, he was expected to maintain a professional distance. But the truth was, he had harbored a secret crush on Mina for a long time, his feelings masked by his cheerful demeanor.

"Mina," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I… I feel the same way. But… this can't happen. What about your career? What about the fans?"

She scoffed, a hint of her fiery personality returning. "The fans? They don't know the real me. They only see the carefully packaged idol they want to see." Her gaze softened. "But you, Y/n, you see me. All of me. The good, the bad, the scared little girl beneath the glitter and the costumes."

He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing away the tears that escaped. "And I love everything I see," he confessed, his voice a husky murmur.

A hungry glint ignited in Mina's eyes. Before he could react, she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the plush bed in the center of the room. With a swift movement, she tossed him onto the soft sheets, her body following in a flurry of silk and lace. Y/n landed with a soft gasp, his heart pounding against his ribs in a chaotic rhythm. Mina straddled him, her weight a delicious pressure on his lower body.

"Don't worry about the outside world, Y/n," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Tonight, it's just you and me."

Her eyes, usually cool and distant, were now ablaze with an inferno, reflecting the fire that burned bright within him. He reached out, hesitantly at first, tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbone with his thumb. Her breath hitched, and she leaned into his touch, a silent plea for him to take control.

"Mina," he breathed, his voice thick with a mixture of fear and desire. "Are you sure about this?"

A smile, genuine and breathtaking, curved her lips. "Never been more sure in my life."

With newfound confidence, Y/n cupped her face and tilted it towards his. The space between their lips dwindled, the air thick with anticipation. When their lips finally met, it was an explosion of pent-up emotions. The kiss was desperate and hungry, a clash of tongues and heated breaths that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

He explored her mouth with a reverence that surprised even himself, his fingers trailing down her back, sending shivers down her spine. Her response was immediate – a low moan escaping her lips as she arched into his touch. Her hands, usually adorned with expensive rings, dug into his shirt, pulling him closer, anchoring him to her.

The silk of her dress, a delicate shade of lavender, became an obstacle, a barrier he needed to overcome. His fingers fumbled with the zipper, a silent struggle that only heightened their anticipation. With a soft sigh of relief, the dress fell away, revealing a glimpse of her flawless skin beneath.

Mina gasped, a mixture of surprise and delight at his sudden boldness. But her surprise was quickly replaced by a fierce possessiveness. Her hands roamed his body, tracing the contours of his chest, lingering on the toned muscles of his arms.

"Y/n," she breathed, her voice laced with a newfound vulnerability.

He responded by peppering kisses down her neck, his lips trailing down to the soft skin of her collarbone. Her whimpers of delight fueled the fire burning within him. He trailed his kisses further, his hands reaching the hem of her black lace lingerie, sending a jolt of electricity through him as his fingers grazed the smooth skin of her stomach.

A gasp escaped her lips as he unhooked the delicate clasp, the wispy fabric falling away like a discarded dream. He paused, his gaze locked on her beautiful body, a masterpiece revealed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Mina met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and a hint of shyness that sent a wave of protectiveness through him.

"Y-you're beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

The compliment, simple as it was, seemed to break the last dam holding back her desires. "Take me, Y/n," she breathed, her voice rough with passion. "Take everything I have to offer."

He no longer hesitated. With a surge of possessiveness that surprised even him, he cupped her face and deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the sweet recesses of her mouth with a newfound urgency. He explored her body further, his touch sending shivers down her spine as he traced every curve and dip.

Mina responded with a fervor that surprised him. The ice queen facade was completely gone, replaced by a woman consumed by raw desire. Her moans and gasps filled the room, a symphony of passion that echoed in his ears long after.

The night unfolded in a whirlwind of tangled limbs and stolen kisses. They explored each other's bodies with a newfound urgency, their inhibitions melting away with each touch. Y/n, usually shy and reserved, found himself taking control, his voice husky with desire as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Mina, the dominant one in most aspects of their lives, reveled in his newfound boldness. She surrendered to his touch, her body responding to his every command with a fervor that left him breathless. As the night wore on, the initial urgency gave way to a deeper connection. Their movements became more synchronized, a wordless communication guided by instinct and an overwhelming need for each other.

As dawn painted streaks of pink across the Parisian sky, they lay entangled in the sheets, their breaths ragged and their bodies flushed with the afterglow. The silence was comfortable, a shared secret language only they understood.

"Mina," Y/n whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "W-We can't keep doing this," he finished, his voice laced with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. The weight of reality settled over them like a cool autumn breeze after a scorching summer day.

Mina, nestled in the crook of his arm, let out a soft sigh. "I know," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes, though still shimmering with the afterglow of their night, held a hint of worry.

The fashion week, the meticulously planned schedule, the constant scrutiny of the media – it all seemed distant and irrelevant at the moment. But they knew it wouldn't stay that way.

Y/n brushed a stray strand of hair from Mina's face. "What about the fans?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur.

She bit her lip, a flicker of defiance crossing her beautiful features. "The fans love authenticity, Y/n. Maybe, just maybe, by showing a more human side, I can connect with them on a deeper level."

The idea resonated with him. He had witnessed firsthand the pressure Mina faced to maintain an unrealistic image. Maybe, just maybe, this could be a chance for her to finally be herself.

"But what about the company?" he continued, worry creasing his brow. "They wouldn't be happy, to say the least."

Mina, ever the strategist, offered a solution. "We can keep it a secret, at least for now. But we need a plan, a way for us to be together openly sometime in the future."

Y/n's mind raced. He knew the challenges they faced were immense, but the memory of their night, the raw connection they shared, fueled his determination.

"We'll figure it out," he said, his voice filled with newfound confidence. He squeezed her hand gently. "But for now, let's just enjoy this moment."

The following days in Paris were a whirlwind of stolen glances, secret touches, and late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours. They explored the city together, hand-in-hand under the cloak of anonymity, sharing experiences they could never have had back in Seoul.

The pressure of the industry seemed to melt away in each other's presence. Mina's smile became genuine, her laughter unrestrained. Y/n, witnessing this transformation, felt a surge of protectiveness towards her. He understood now the burden she carried, the weight of expectation on her young shoulders.

One evening, as they stood on the Pont Alexandre III overlooking the Seine, a sense of calm settled over them. The city lights twinkled in the water, casting a magical glow on their faces. Mina turned to Y/n, her eyes sparkling with newfound confidence.

"Thank you, Y/n," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for seeing me, for believing in me."

He cupped her face in his hands, his gaze filled with tenderness. "It was always you, Mina. The idol, the performer, all that… It's amazing, but it's just a part of you. The real you, the one I see now, that's the one I fell in love with."

Their lips met in a kiss, a silent promise under the Parisian sky. The road ahead wouldn't be easy, but they knew they would face it together, their love story a secret symphony playing in the heart of the City of Lights.

Back in Seoul, the carefully constructed facade resumed, but something had fundamentally changed. Their stolen moments, the shared secret buried deep within them, fueled their love and determination. Y/n, emboldened by their experience, started subtly advocating for Mina to show more vulnerability in her public persona. Their collaboration resulted in a poignant ballad that spoke of inner strength and overcoming societal pressures. The song resonated deeply with fans, establishing a new level of connection between Mina and her audience.

Months later, fueled by public support and Mina's increasing popularity, they decided to take a leap of faith. In a daring move, Y/n announced his resignation as Mina's manager, citing artistic differences. The news sent shockwaves through the industry, but their carefully crafted public statement, hinting at a desire to pursue creative independence, softened the blow.

A few weeks later, another bombshell dropped. Mina released a new vlog titled "My Story." In the video, she shed the idol mask, baring her struggles and aspirations, and finally acknowledging her love for Y/n. The internet exploded, but the overwhelmingly positive response from fans surprised everyone.

Their love story, a testament to authenticity and courage, resonated with millions. It sparked conversations about mental health in the industry and challenged unrealistic expectations placed on idols.

Though not without its challenges, Mina and Y/n built a new career together. They formed their own agency, one that Though not without its challenges, Mina and Y/n built a new career together. They formed their own agency, one that prioritized artist well-being and embraced vulnerability. Their path wasn't easy – there were lost endorsements, disgruntled executives, and the constant scrutiny of the media.

But they weathered it all, their love story a shield against the storm. Mina thrived creatively, her music exploring uncharted territory of raw emotions and social commentary. Y/n, his passion reignited, became her creative partner, co-writing and directing her music videos.

One rainy night in their shared apartment in Seoul, they reminisced about their Parisian escape. The city lights twinkling outside the window mirrored the sparks in their eyes.

"Remember that first night?" Mina asked, her voice laced with a playful smile as she snuggled closer on the couch.

Y/n chuckled, a warmth spreading through him at the memory. "How could I forget? You broke the ice queen act with a bang."

Her playful smile faltered slightly. "I was scared, Y/n. Scared of losing everything I had built."

He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But you gained something far more valuable – freedom, and love."

Her eyes locked with his, a familiar heat rising in their chests. The rain outside became a white noise as their gazes held a conversation that needed no words. In a silent agreement, they moved in unison.

Y/n carried her to the bedroom, the familiarity of their bodies a comforting reminder of their journey. The clothes came off in a flurry, their skin meeting with a delicious warmth. This time, the urgency was replaced by a tenderness that spoke volumes. They explored each other with a newfound appreciation, their touches laced with love and respect.

Mina, no longer the domineering force of their first encounter, surrendered to his touch. Her moans were soft, laced with a hint of vulnerability that sent shivers down his spine. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, each word a promise of forever.

As dawn painted the cityscape a soft orange, they lay entwined, their breaths synchronized in a peaceful rhythm. The rain had stopped, leaving the world washed clean and fresh.

Y/n brushed a kiss to her forehead. "We did it, Mina," he whispered.

A sleepy smile graced her lips. "We did, Y/n. We did."

In the quiet intimacy of their love nest, they knew their journey had just begun. The city outside might have been Seoul, but in their shared world, Paris, with all its stolen moments and whispered promises, would forever hold a special place – a testament to their love story, a love that dared to break the mold and embrace the beauty of imperfection.

#myoi mina #twice mina #mina #twice smut #mina smut #smut #sexy content #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #beautiful #apreciation post #update #kpop smut #kisses #paris

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yallemagne · 9 months

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why does sleepwalking women and gothic horror go hand in hand

You asking me?

The answer is voyeurism.

Here's the thing about gendered horror: the goddamn eroticism. You can't escape it, people want to get their rocks off even when they're terrified-- especially when they're terrified! It's such popular imagery because of the intimacy of a woman with all her hair let down in only a white nightgown highlighted by the pale moonlight. A nightgown is very innocent in its intimacy, there's nothing inherently sexual about it, but that just gets people even more horny! No structured garments underneath-- she's wearing breeches obviously but shhh no she's totally naked save for some sheer billowing fabric.

EDIT: oh my god blah blah blah "breeches! actually she wouldn't be wearing those!! oh my god, they got it wrong, just shoot them in the streets, your honour!" FINE SHE'S NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES UNDER THERE, GOOD FOR YOU YOU GOT ME.

Gasp! Unprotected purity! I sure hope no dastardly villain tarnishes this woman! (they do. they do hope for that actually)

This isn't a very fun answer, is it? But it's worth saying. Horror explicitly involving women tends to be very visual with plenty of (arguably) sexual imagery. Men get the mindboggling horrors inconceivable to the human psyche while women are limited to being eye candy who faint before their minds can even be boggled (no that isn't a euphemism). Even when the women in question previously had a larger role in the story than "sexy lamp", pop culture will be quick to reframe it in the way that has the most sex appeal.

But like... let's take the woman's perspective: you're in a state of undress and completely unaware of your surroundings. It's dark and anyone lurking around at this time might very well have bad intentions, and they might turn those bad intentions on you. And you'll be blamed for being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in the wrong dress. Terrifying. And people don't really appreciate the terror of it because... it's pretty, isn't it?

But then Lucy is weeping in her sleep, and Mina is covering her feet in mud for propriety. Because who knows what a man will do to them if he sees her naked feet? They're both cowering in fear hoping a drunken man doesn't take notice of them. Because who knows what he'll do to them if he sees two young ladies out at night? They're sweating from not just exertion but stress, and their messy hair clings to their frightened faces. They cannot tell anyone. Because who knows what toll this night might take on their good reputations?

It's not pretty. There's no see-through dresses (seriously their nightgowns are made of fucking linen, not organza), no flowing locks, no full faces of makeup, just pure society-ingrained horror.

But cis men don't typically understand that horror because they aren't usually victim to it. It honestly makes me sad and angry that the imagery is so prominent (and in such a watered-down and bland "sexy" way) because it reduces the actual horror these two protagonists face to nothing more than an audience's voyeuristic fantasy in which the women are only objects to be gawked at. The danger is reframed as tantalizing and enticing "ooo good girls (unknowingly) being bad in their sleep!" rather than... they could have fucking died. Or worse.

... But I still want to draw my girls (Jonathan, Mina, and Lucy) in cute nightgowns, so I'll bite my tongue.

#update #people ask me things #you definitely wanted like a funny or sexy response out of me sorry #I've been having tiddy nightmares so I cannot enjoy the 'sleepwalking in nothing but a nightgown' imagery #dracula #dracula daily #mina murray #lucy westenra #all caps #gabrielisdead

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ibrithir-was-here · 3 months

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Continuing from here

Read the fic from the beginning

#blood of my blood #and thats the update for me for now!#i'm off to Hawaii!!#my art #quincey harker #lu holmwood #jonathan harker #mina harker #count dracula #jack seward #arthur holmwood #dracula fanfiction #dracula fanart #dracula #dracula daily #tw blood #tw animal death

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another-chaotic-bisexual-vampire · 9 months

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no dracula mail today because the Harkers are on their honeymoon - so let's all give them a little privacy, shall we?

#i'm posting this with so much restraint #i deserve a medal for my patience for waiting for updates on a 125+ year novel #i'm so brave but at least i'm humble #dracula daily #dracula #re: dracula #jonathan harker #bram stoker #mina harker

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georgiacooked · 16 days

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ARTBOOK UPDATES!

Just finished sending the last round of Dracula Daily artbooks to their new homes! We did it gang! As always, please let me know if you experience any difficulties in receiving your copy.

If you're interested it getting your hands on a hardback copy, but missed the first wave, fear not! I'm hoping to open a second wave in July/August. Otherwise you can purchase a paperback version on Amazon!

#art #artists on tumblr #artbook #artbook updates #Dracula #Dracula fanart #Dracula art #sketch #sketchbook #character design #Jonathan Harker #Mina Harker #lucy westenra #dracula daily #digital art #horror #cartoon #gothic literature

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icecreampizzer · 4 months

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Presenting a compilation of all of my IEYTD OCs so far! They have their own plot going on but idk if I have the energy to talk about that here and now. I already made a post about Black Mamba so they get to have one (1) pic only. Here's some introductory blurbs I wrote for them under the cut!

Mina Magpantay is an aspiring detective with unshakeable determination, even if the situation gets rough. She enjoys solving mysteries and playing in escape rooms. She's also socially adept and enjoys bonding with people. After the Peacemaker fiasco, she has vowed to keep her eyes open for any slip-up Zoraxis tries to make again. Unfortunately, her curiosity ended up getting her involved with a very dangerous operative, after an agent tried to protect her.

Franz Marshall is a very serious agent whose first priority is the safety of everyone involved. Her time in the field changed her worldview a hundred times over, and her disdain for the Agency is almost as intense as her disdain for Zoraxis. It only got more intense after Dr. Prism left, as she was all for her Robot Agent project. She wanted to return to the field after her handling agent got extremely injured, and she vowed to finish their mission. Whatever it takes.

"Dr. Schaden Freude" is a graduate student who's starting their supervillain career early by applying as a part-time assistant in Zoraxis. They're clever, observant, and strangely friendly. They're starting to be more aware of how Zor treats their subordinates, though, and they have...some notes. But it's not like they have the power to argue with them anyhow. As an assistant they ended up being given the task of handling Mamba, despite their lack of experience in being a support agent.

Operative Black Mamba is the fruit of Zoraxis's obsession with the one and only Agent Phoenix, with the express purpose of creating a perfect rival to the Agency's greatest weapon. The problem is that this clone had the gall to build a personality of her own, fueled by her own confusing emotions and motivations, to the point that she's becoming more of a liability than an asset. They still keep her around though...but maybe she's one slip-up away from being discarded completely.

#i expect you to die #ieytd #i expect you to die oc #ieytd oc #ieytd fandom #i guess is a tag im using #gene art #gene ocs #mina magpantay #franz marshall #schaden freude #<- not they real name. still tba on that one #operative black mamba #i have one more guy to think about but idk if i want to design them #ill end up getting ATTACHED to an almost DEAD guy. AGAIN #my laptop finished updating yayy yippees #lil updates i hid the blurbs under the cut

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woliefairr · 5 months

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❀𝆬 twice ( mina ) lockscreens.

✩ – se pegar : curta, siga & reblogue !!

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iorslvd · 2 months

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Mina as your gf text Pt 2

#twice x reader #twice imagines #x fem reader #mina x reader #myoi mina #kpop gg #twice #this cleary sucks #I apologize for the late update lmao #Y/n #sheesh greenflag naman #spotify

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its-actually-minicika · 1 year

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If Larys has a foot fetish, does that mean Aemond has an eye fetish?

Like "Oh yeah baby, look at me with those TWO beautiful eyes of yours"

#dragon sickness updates/spoilers #shitpost #mina's thoughts #bookcanon aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader

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lxgentlefolkcomic · 1 month

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Start reading Episode 1

Dialogue transcripts:

Panel 1 Watson: Speaking of new friends, I daresay the group was as queer as the case! It seems to me you didn’t even find the invisible fellow the most curious of them. Holmes: Ah, you noticed that, did you?

Panel 2 Holmes (voiceover): Indeed, they’re quite a peculiar gathering… many traits to spark the curiosity.

Panel 3 Watson: That aside, I am glad you were able to meet Irene Norton again, under less dubious circumstances. Holmes: As am I. That wasn’t my proudest moment, was it?

Panel 4 Holmes: I’m relieved that she has asked me to stay in touch. Watson: Oh? So she and her husband are settling down in London?

Panel 5 Holmes (voiceover): They are; and she has stated, quite firmly, that I owe them a proper wedding.

Panel 6 Holmes: I have composed a list of venues to suggest to the bride. Do help me compose my reply? Watson: Of course! Let me fetch the writing-paper…

Panel 7 Holmes (voiceover): Dear Mrs. Norton, I am writing to tell you… Caption: End Interlude 1

#lxgf #lxgf interlude 1 #story updates #lxgf sherlock holmes #lxgf john watson #lxgf jonathan harker #lxgf mina harker #lxgf henry jekyll #lxgf edward hyde #lxgf irene norton

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elryuse · 15 days

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Yandere Mina x Yandere Kazuha X male reader? The ballet princess the two black swans with white swan personas make the reader breathe their suffocating love?

His Innocence

YANDERE MINA & KAZUHA X MALE READER

The practice room echoed with the tortured notes of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake. Mina, the undisputed Black Swan Queen of Korean ballet, moved across the floor like a storm cloud, her every step infused with a dark grace. Her obsidian eyes, usually reserved for her most intense performances, were fixated on a single figure by the observation window.

Y/n. A new trainee, with limbs that resembled tangled marionette strings and a face etched with the awkwardness of an adolescent deer. Yet, it was this very awkwardness that held a strange allure for Mina. Perhaps it was the contrast to her own practiced perfection, the flicker of innocence in his eyes that mirrored the white swan Odette.

Just as Y/n tripped over his own two feet for the tenth time, the door swung open, revealing another vision in black – Kazuha. Her long, raven hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, her crimson lips a stark contrast to her pale skin. Her eyes, usually holding a cool indifference, blazed with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down Mina's spine.

"Pathetic," Kazuha drawled, her voice laced with disdain. "Is this what passes for 'talent' these days?"

Y/n flushed scarlet, mumbling an apology. Both Mina and Kazuha watched him, a silent competition sparking between them. They weren't just rivals on stage anymore; their gaze locked in a battle for this new, unpolished gem.

That night, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. His phone buzzed with a text, the sender unknown. It contained a single image – a black swan feather, impossibly perfect, lying on a bed of blood-red roses. Sleep evaded him, the image a chilling premonition of what was to come.

Mina's approach was subtle. She slipped into his practice room after hours, the moonlight casting silver streaks on her lithe figure. "You have potential," she said, her voice a low murmur. "But you need discipline, the kind only the Black Swan can teach."

Her touch was firm, bordering on cruel, her voice a constant whisper of encouragement that felt more like a threat. She pushed him beyond his limits, forcing him to contort his untrained body into impossible positions. Each groan of pain she dismissed as a necessary sacrifice, a perverse baptism by fire.

The next day, Kazuha materialized in his dorm room, her perfectly painted nails tapping an eerie rhythm against the windowpane. "Tired of Mina's torture sessions?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with a devilish light. "I offer a different kind of training… one that awakens the darkness within."

Kazuha's sessions were more unorthodox. She took him to abandoned buildings, their decaying walls echoing with the rhythmic thud of his forced movements. Her movements were a dark ballet of sensuality and aggression, a seductive invitation laced with a hint of violence. She whispered promises of greatness, of unlocking the hidden darkness within him – a darkness that mirrored her own.

Y/n was caught in a terrifying ballet, his innocence withering under the relentless attention of the Black Swans. The nights were haunted by nightmares of feathers and blood, his days filled with a growing sense of paranoia. He couldn't escape their gaze, their possessiveness a suffocating shroud.

One night, as Y/n lay awake in his dorm room, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the silence. He found another trainee, a girl who dared to show him a shred of kindness, sprawled on the floor, unconscious, a single black feather clutched in her lifeless hand. A message, clear and chilling.

Fear propelled Y/n to the rooftop, the only place he felt a sliver of peace. There, bathed in the moonlight, were Mina and Kazuha. The tension between them was gone, replaced by a disturbing camaraderie.

"Trying to escape?" Mina said, her voice devoid of its usual coldness.

"We can offer you something better," Kazuha added, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

Y/n stumbled back, his mind reeling. He understood now. They weren't just rivals; they were partners in a twisted obsession. They saw him not as a dancer, but as their possession, their plaything.

"We can make you perfect," Mina said, her voice a seductive whisper. "Together."

A dark plan unfolded. They started slipping him strange concoctions, elixirs they claimed would unlock his hidden potential. The once vibrant world around him began to fade, replaced by a disturbing clarity when it came to the two dancers. He saw not just their beauty, but the darkness that simmered beneath the surface, a darkness that mirrored the growing desperation in his own heart.

Their training sessions morphed into something more sinister. Mirrors lined the walls, reflecting their every move, a twisted ballet of control and submission. His body, once clumsy and awkward, began to contort with an unnatural grace. The concoctions, a potent mix of herbs and rumored aphrodisiacs, fueled his stamina and blurred the lines between pain and pleasure. He found himself mimicking their movements, the raw passion in their eyes infecting him, turning his steps into a desperate plea for acceptance.

One night, after a particularly grueling session, Mina led him to a secluded part of the practice hall. The air hung heavy with the scent of incense and something metallic. She lit a circle of candles, their flickering flames casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.

"Tonight," Mina murmured, her voice laced with a dangerous sensuality, "we complete your transformation."

Kazuha materialized from the shadows, a wicked glint in her eyes. They held him down, chanting in a language he didn't understand. As they pressed a cold, obsidian amulet against his chest, a searing pain ripped through him. He screamed, the sound echoing through the empty building, but no one came.

When the pain subsided, he felt different. Stronger, sharper. He could move with an unnatural fluidity, mirroring the Black Swans' movements with a terrifying precision. But something else had changed – his eyes, once filled with fear, now held a flicker of the same darkness that consumed Mina and Kazuha.

The Black Swan ballet was no longer a dream. It was a nightmare they were weaving around him, a performance fueled by obsession and a twisted sense of love. They had broken him, molded him into their perfect partner, a dark reflection of their own twisted desires.

Their debut performance was a masterpiece of macabre beauty. The audience gasped as Y/n moved in perfect harmony with the Black Swans, his every step imbued with a terrifying grace. But beneath the surface, a silent war raged. They fought for dominance, each vying for control of his body, his mind.

The final act was a chilling display of possession. As the music reached its crescendo, Y/n, his eyes blazing with a dark fire, reached out and grabbed both Mina and Kazuha. In a move that defied gravity, he lifted them high, their screams echoing through the auditorium. The audience, mesmerized by the spectacle, didn't realize the horror unfolding before their eyes.

With a single, brutal movement, Y/n slammed them together. A collective gasp filled the air as they crumpled to the floor, their perfect black swan costumes stained crimson. Silence descended, broken only by the ragged gasps of the fallen idols.

Y/n stood alone, bathed in the spotlight, the image of a perfect Black Swan marred by the blood on his hands. A chilling smile played on his lips. He had been their plaything, their possession. But in the end, it was they who belonged to him, forever bound together in a dance of madness and death.

The Black Swan ballet had concluded with a final, horrifying twist. It was a performance that would forever be etched in the memory of the audience, a chilling reminder of the dark price of obsession and the terrifying beauty of madness.

The stage lights dimmed, plunging the auditorium into darkness. The deafening silence was a stark contrast to the thunderous applause that had just moments ago celebrated the "Black Swan's Demise." But on the stage, another kind of performance was just beginning.

Y/n, his eyes still glowing with a feral intensity, looked down at the fallen idols. Mina, pale and broken, held Kazuha's hand, a silent communication passing between them. It wasn't defeat Y/n saw in their eyes, but something else – a chilling acceptance.

A cold whisper drifted past his ear. "You did well, Y/n," Mina rasped, her voice laced with pain and a perverse pride. "You broke free, just like we wanted."

Kazuha, her crimson lips stained with blood, mirrored the sentiment. "But remember, darling," she purred, her voice a seductive rasp, "Freedom comes at a cost."

Y/n felt a strange tremor within him, a flicker of his old self battling against the darkness that consumed him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He was a puppet on their twisted strings now, their concoctions and dark rituals having completed his transformation.

The grand practice hall of their opulent mansion became their new stage. It echoed not just with the strains of Tchaikovsky, but with their moans and gasps as they pushed Y/n further, his body now a canvas for their desires.

Night after night, the dance of possession continued. Mina, with her cold, calculated control, molded him into a flawless mirror of the Black Swan's grace, while Kazuha, fueled by a fiery passion, ignited a darkness within him that mirrored her own.

He no longer dreamed of escape. His mind, fractured and twisted, found a warped sense of belonging in their macabre embrace. Every night, he was pushed beyond his limits, his exhaustion a twisted aphrodisiac that fueled their insatiable desire.

The Black Swans, once legendary idols, had become something more monstrous. They were sculptors, molding him into their perfect creation, their unwilling lover and eternal dance partner. Theirs was a love story written in blood and sweat, a chilling symphony of obsession that reverberated through the walls of their opulent prison, a testament to the destructive power of a love that was anything but pure.

And as the sun peeked over the horizon, casting its pale light on the tangled limbs and exhausted bodies on the practice floor, Y/n knew with a chilling certainty – this was his forever. A distorted reflection of the Black Swan Queen, forever bound to his captors, forever theirs to claim in their never-ending dance of madness.

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