C O R R U P T x 1 | ▶► Male!Belarus ◄◀

“ The flower thief whispered an untrue love,

Nothing was fair in life. Everything came with consequences, whether good or bad.

With this said, in this world, when two people embraced after a harsh and loud fight, one would show a shameful, untamed amount of affection to the other, as if it was some type of sadistic apology for hurting them. Then they would stare into each others eyes and do as they pleased for as long as they wanted, but there was always a fault:

'I love you.' ; Those words meant nothing.

When words were spoken without an honest meaning, things wouldn't work out for anyone in the end. The one with the pure feelings would find out, and that once lovely feeling inside their heart would swell up and burst, ruining anything the two had had in the past and crushing the life of a once innocent person.

So when the time came that the prideful and kindhearted [Name] showed up in Nikolai Arlovski's love life, he knew – no, everyone knew – there would be trouble. He was too in love with his own sister to return the undying love she held for the Belorussian. Instead, he let her do as she pleased while he carried on his own way transforming her into an image of Anya every time she kissed him, smiled at him, even as she lay there with him in the stone cold bed. Anya was all he wanted, and [Name] was too caught up in the fantasy world she'd placed Nikolai and herself in to figure it out.

Honestly, it worried everyone she knew. How could such a pure woman fall for an apathetic man who had been chasing after his own sister for years? She was too good for this, and there wasn't anyone who disagreed. Even the violet-eyed man himself knew this. She was radiant and wonderful, charming and sweet, but he didn't love her. He didn't love anyone apart from his Anya. He actually pitied her her falling for him: a man who could never return the feelings, only lying to her because his sinful ways were gusted away by humoring the girl, if only for a moment.

But every wonderful moment had to end at some point, and sadly enough, [Name]'s had come as a moment of shock. With panicked eyes and a pout that could make any man, apart from Nikolai, feel an immense amount of guilt, she gasped out, “Y-you what..?”

Nikolai didn't flinch, indifferent eyes giving off the 'I-don't-care' vibe. “I just don't feel it.” He had never felt it, and after six months of her trailing, he was admitting it.

She stared up at him, [e/c] eyes rounding sadly. “B-but I love you! You can't just go and say that to someone who–!”

He sighed, moving his gaze to the dusty plain wall beside them.“I love Anya.”

“I know that! I've always known that! W-why can't you just get over her! She doesn't love you the way you do! She never will!” Her eyes filled with tears, her fists moving to cover them and wipe the wetness away. She had to pull herself together, her pride for herself was worth much more than a simple fight. “I always have! Stay with me!”

I could be just like her if you give me the chance!

The words refused to come out of her lips.

Nikolai shot her a perplexed look, but threw the normal expression back on in less than a heartbeat. “I'd be leading you on; you wouldn't want that.”

[Name] bit her lip in agony at the irony in that statement and shook her head rapidly, throwing herself onto his chest and wrapping weak arms around his slim body, where he had no hope of pulling her off until she was done and had her sanity back.

“I don't care! I could care less! I don't want to give you up! I-I love you!”

It was silent for the longest moment, the only noise heard being the sound of [Name]'s loud sniffling.

'I love you.' ; Those words meant nothing.

Everything came with consequences, whether good or bad.

But maybe if you try hard enough, you can fix yourself into thinking differently, no matter if the heart disagrees with the mind.

To make up for his sins. ”

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• Holding on tight - I don't wanna let go.