#1001 Dark Nights

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"When Irish Eyes Are Haunting: A Krewe of Hunters Novella"

Author: Heather Graham Narrated by: Roger Clark Book Series: "Krewe of Hunters", Book #14.5* Published: May 31, 2016 Length: 3 hrs and 27 mins *This is the only book in this series that is narrated by Roger.

Publisher's Summary:

Devin Lyle and Craig Rockwell are back, this time to a haunted castle in Ireland where a banshee may have gone wild…or maybe there's a much more rational explanation - one that involves a disgruntled heir, murder, and mayhem, all with that sexy light touch Heather Graham has turned into her trademark style.

When Irish Eyes Are Haunting is available from:

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May be available through your local library by the way of Overdrive + Libby app

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Life cut him down, she remained.

Rock Chick Rematch, a Rock Chick novella from New York Times bestselling author Kristen Ashley is now live!

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristen Ashley brings a new story in her Rock Chick series…

In high school, Malia Clark found the man of her dreams.

Darius Tucker.

But life hits them full in the face way before it ever should. Darius makes a drastic decision to keep his family safe and Malia leaves town with a secret.

When Malia returns, she seeks Darius to share all, but Darius finds out before she can tell him. At the same time, she finds out just how much Darius has changed in the years she’s been away.

She just refuses to give up on him.

Until he forces her hand.

Secrets come between Malia and Darius, at the same time Malia has to worry about weird things going on at the law firm where she works, her kid wants a car and she’s stuck in slow-cooker hell. Luckily, her ride or dies have her back. And in the meantime, she might just learn she never should have lost hope in Darius Tucker.

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I’d wanted to be a lawyer. But life was tough with a curious two-year-old, even if my mom and dad and sister and all the aunties and uncles and cousins pitched in to help me out. I needed to keep my nose clean. And I needed to stay away from Darius Tucker. Everyone told me he’d turned to the dark side. However, I thought it was time. It was time he shook himself out of this garbage. It was time he learned he had a child and had to step up. It was time three years ago, but I’d been young and scared and hurt, so I’d made an emotional decision and my parents had stepped in to support and protect me. Off I went to Fort Collins. Now I was back. So, yeah. It was time.

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Delighted, an all-new captivating Masters and Mercenaries novella from New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake and 1,001 Dark Nights, is available now! Brian “Boomer” Ward believes in sheltering strays. After all, the men and women of McKay-Taggart made him family when he had none. So when the kid next door needs help one night, he thinks nothing of protecting her until her mom gets home.…

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‘1001 Nights’ (1998) dir. Mike Smith, art: Yoshitaka Amano

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ℌ𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢

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the sheer jubilation and glee i felt when brennan dropped scheherazade into the narrative orbit....

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The Silver-Tongued Bride Moodboard

Dark Rhys rewrite is on its way, besties!

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𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒎

pairing: duke leto atreides x fem!reader

summary: It's the night before your wedding to Duke Leto Atreides and he finds you struck by panic about your future in Caladan.

warnings: 3.1k wc. arranged marriage, panic attack, anxiety, mentions of conceiving. my limited dune-lore knowledge. soft!leto.

a/n: first leto fic ahhh!! i may or may not write more parts to this in the future. i had so many ideas but if i wrote them all in one fic, it would be a long one (not to mention it would take 1001 years to finish and post). anyway, feedback is very much appreciated! hope you enjoy :)

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Caladan.

There is a beauty to it that you cannot deny. It's captivating from the very first glance. An indescribable sight, unparalleled to anywhere else in the universe.

Of all the worlds you could be in at this moment, a part of you is glad it's Caladan. In spite of the circumstances that brought you here, you try to be grateful for it. Surely, there are worse places to live on than this.

Here, the ocean is vast, stretching far beyond the starlit horizon. A fresh breeze carries the salty scent of the water towards you. It tickles your skin as if it were a feather, the light coolness sending goosebumps along your arms. You tug your shawl more closely around your shoulders.

It is far from the hot desert landscape you know and love. Despite its recent hardships, that planet was once home to you. It still is. You wonder how long it will be before you consider Caladan as such. It's been one week since your arrival, and you're in a period of adjustment, which in truth, has not been too easy.

The beach is empty, unsurprising as the moon has moved far past its highest point in the sky. You can't sleep. You haven't for so long. Similar to all the nights prior, you had tossed and turned endlessly under silken sheets before deciding to go for a walk. You found no comfort in your bed despite the mattress beneath you being the softest there ever was.

It could be the chambers themselves, surrounded by four dark walls that are still very much foreign to you. You must get used to it, you remind yourself. In fact, it's more than just a room that you must get used to.

Tomorrow, your life will change more than it already has when you moved to Caladan.

Tomorrow is the wedding—your wedding. Many esteemed members of the Great Houses will be in attendance, alongside your closest family and friends, who are now worlds away from you. They will all be present to witness you exchange vows with Duke Leto Atreides, a man you barely know.

You exhale a deep, long sigh and draw your knees under your chin. Gentle waves lap onto the shore, the white foam almost reaching your toes before ebbing away. You watch in comfortable silence, the hypnotic rhythm of the waves creating a sense of calm.

Unwittingly, your mind combs through recent events. You spent plenty of these last few days surrounded by those more interested in your upcoming nuptials than you are. You've grown weary of feigning smiles every second in their company, of pretending to be okay when you are far from it.

You feel alone. You are alone.

It’s a sacrifice—leaving behind the life you had to help your struggling home world. Things are changing faster than the time you have to process them. But you can't afford to wait—the sooner you marry Leto, the sooner your father and your people's burdens will go away.

You are doing the right thing. The noble thing. It's what you were raised to do. The last thing you wish is to be seen as a disappointment.

Still, it doesn't mean you have your worries and doubts. You lack experience, having never courted someone before. You question whether or not you would be fit to be a wife to the stranger who is the Duke of Caladan. You're well aware of the responsibilities you would have to uphold, the expectation that one day you will need to bear him an heir…

You shut your eyes, trying to push past the feeling of your heart starting to pick up and thud heavily against your ribs. But the pit of anxiety gnawing at your stomach grows and grows, and it's a losing battle. Not even the ocean waves that mesmerized you moments ago could distract you from the mounting panic inside.

Your thoughts batter you from within like a storm raging out of control. The pressure and expectations others have on you— that you have on yourself— can't be stopped. 

They're too loud; they refuse to be ignored this time around.

Your body trembles, your breaths are short and shallow, and it feels like you are drowning; you're helplessly caught in a dangerous current that pulls you under the water. The weight in your chest drags you down and deeper, sinking and sinking until you hit the very bottom of the depths of your own mind, deprived of any air, any light.

It's only until a voice calls out your name over and over again that you resurface. Warm, gentle hands urge you to sit right back up, and you don't have it in you to fight against them. You don't remember curling up on your side, wound in a tight little ball, nearly burrowing yourself into the sand bed as if wanting to be swallowed whole.

"Breathe, darling... Listen to my voice and just breathe, alright? One... two... three..."

You can't see him, not through the hot, stinging tears obscuring your eyes. But you can hear him. His voice's hazy, soft lull is strangely familiar, yet you cannot place whose it is.

He coaxes you repeatedly, and you focus on his words as if they are your one and only lifeline—as if they are the calming waves reaching the shoreline. 

You do as he says. You breathe.

"One... two... three... That's it, my lady. Deep breaths for me, and again— one... two... three... Good girl, and again. Breathe..."

You're unsure how long has passed by the time your heart slows, and your breathing evens out. Your blurred vision clears once your tears have settled, and your eyes widen when you recognize the face before you.

Duke Leto Atreides kneels beside you, dressed in a manner you have never seen him in. He has on a loose white shirt and dark lounge bottoms, his graying head of curls mussed by the wind blowing past.

You're uncertain why he's at the beach alone at this late hour despite being seemingly ready for bed. Perhaps concerned guards informed him of your wandering about the castle in the dead of night. Did he come all this way in search of you?

Leto’s dark eyes search your face for the reason of your distress. Embarrassment sweeps over your cheeks— you cannot imagine how much of a pitiful mess you look. God, what if you've ruined it? What if seeing you this way, so weak, and frightened, and pathetic, has Leto wishing to rescind his agreement to marry you? What if, what if—

"Hey, shh… Relax. There is no need to fret," Leto soothes. He must have seen the worry in your eyes, but instead of ridicule as you anticipated, he looks at you with concern.

You cast your gaze down, catching sight of your hand in his. He hasn't let go of it since finding you, and when he notices your muscles tense up from the anxiety that seizes your body once more, he squeezes.

Leto squeezes your hand firmly but nowhere near the point of pain. His words are a quiet murmur in your ears. "Don't go back there, darling. Stay here, on this beach. Squeeze my hand back so I know you're here with me. Can you do that for me, please?"

With his other hand, Leto places a finger under your chin to tip it upwards, meeting your eyes. Again, he holds your hand tightly and brushes his thumb over your knuckles. You concentrate on him, matching your breaths to his. The tension starts to slip away bit by bit, and when it does, you finally squeeze his hand back.

"There you go. Just breathe, you're alright," Leto murmurs with a small smile. It dawns on you how close he is when the sound of the ocean becomes second to his voice. "Better?"

You swallow, then nod following a brief pause, not trusting yourself to speak.

Moving slowly so as not to startle you, Leto picks up your shawl from the ground, dusting it clean of grains of sand before draping it over your shoulders.

You expect him to leave, seeing you have regained some semblance of composure. You much prefer that he would. You can't handle explaining to Leto what was wrong. Is wrong.

The air turns silent as you face the water, wiping the dried-up tears from your cheeks with your fingers. You don't see Leto in your peripheral vision, but he's there, watching you. You can feel it.

"Here," you hear Leto say. Glancing to the side, you find him still sitting next to you. He offers his handkerchief, gently motioning it toward you when he senses your hesitation.

With the slightest smile, you accept the piece of cloth, whispering a "thanks" and looking away. 

It occurs to you then that this is your first true moment with Leto. Before today, you had only seen glimpses of him. The most time you have spent with him was during your first encounter, and even then, it wasn't for long.

You chalked it up to Leto having no genuine interest in you. Why would he? He has duties that are much more pressing than entertaining you.

It's not much of a surprise. It would be wrong of you to expect for more. Ultimately, this marriage is not one for love but born out of necessity. A political alliance. A guarantee that your people will be well taken care of. That's the agreement.

Not to mention, you've heard them— those hushed talks amongst the servants and guards about how Caladan does not stand to gain anything from the union.

They are not wrong; many have supposedly expressed concern, including members of the Duke's inner circle. You wonder if he will come to regret his decision one day.

"You've had quite a fright there."

Leto's voice cuts through the silence between you. He shuffles from behind, sitting where he can better see you. You stop yourself from glancing down; it would be rude, and you don't want to tarnish both your image and your family's name even more than you already have.

"I-I am deeply sorry, my lord. You shouldn't have to see that," you manage to get out, catching the way Leto's brows knit together in response.

"There's no shame in such. Why apologize?" he asks you in a soft tone. "And please, there's no need for formalities. Call me Leto. After all, we are betrothed to one another."

Your throat suddenly dries at the reminder that the man before you is your soon-to-be husband. You wring your hands in your lap and give him a nod, skirting from answering his earlier question.

Leto is quick to pick up your nervousness. You can almost see his brain working to piece it all together and grasp what was happening when he stumbled upon you.

You dread what words Leto might say, fearing they will be judgments made against you. You hide from his piercing stare, picking at your nails until a pair of rough yet gentle hands gathers yours, halting you.

Leto squeezes your hands softly, very much like he did before, and it soothes the part of you that has always ached but you could never get rid of.

"You do not have to carry your burdens alone, my lady," Leto murmurs, leaning to catch your eyes once more, and he does. "Whatever it is, unload it on me. Now, tell me what's wrong."

It's almost cruel that your instinct is to doubt him. But if the sincerity bleeding into his voice wasn't enough for you to give him a chance, then it's the tenderness in his gaze. You see the understanding in them, the concern and genuine desire to ease your troubles away.

Your initial perception of Leto has been wrong. You've been wary of him. Intimidated. But this is no man holding no care for you. He could have easily walked away after finding you amidst a fit. Instead, he stayed. He's here when you were convinced he would never find the time to be.

You open up to Leto like a floodgate, admitting to him the thoughts that plagued your mind from the day you learned about this marital arrangement, your nervousness for tomorrow's wedding and your fear of solitude in Caladan in the days that would follow.

You feel selfish, guilty even, for saying all of this out loud. You have no right to complain when the locals here have treated you with only kindness. Others would dream of being in your shoes—of living in a beautiful land, gaining an honorable title, and having a husband who would make you the envy of many.

Why must a blessing cause you great grief?

Leto listens to every word with undivided attention. He lets you speak freely and honestly, never once interfering between your sobs and sentences. He clears his throat only when the whispering waves of the ocean have lingered in the space between the two for some time.

"You are right when you said some of my advisors opposed me marrying you," Leto begins softly, gauging every bit of your reaction as he speaks. "They told me it would bring no benefit to House Atreides—that all we'll do is use up precious time and resources for a dying planet already beyond saving. Their words, not mine."

There is a quiet beat. Leto glances towards the horizon, where the first faint inklings of dawn break through the skies. He continues: "I realized then that those men do not uphold the same values I believe in. Caladan has more than enough riches to go around. There is no humanity in turning a blind eye to people's suffering—especially when we have it in our power to provide aid.

"I've had plenty of disagreements with my advisors, but I couldn't allow those without hearts to remain on my council. My lack of presence is not because I had no interest in getting to know you. Rather, I was ensuring those who showed little care for my bride and her ancestral land no longer served as advisors of mine—a task that regrettably stole time I would have spent with you."

You fall silent. The breath that leaves you seemingly takes more of the load on your being. Your respect for Leto grows. You see now the kind, thoughtful, benevolent man he is. 

How could you have been so wrong about him? You'd been irrational, too assuming. So afraid he would turn out to be the complete opposite when he gave you no valid reason that he's such. You should not have been quick to judge his character when you had known nothing about him in the first place.

"I... thank you, my lor—Leto," you eventually say, turning to him. Shame and remorse cling to your tongue. "I am terribly sorry again. Had my mind been sound, I would've realized my distress is unwarranted."

"Nonsense. You're overwhelmed; your worries were reasonable. All I want is the two of us to be on the same page," Leto replies. The warm smile that adorns his lips when you correct yourself and address him by name lingers. “Let's start over, shall we then?"

You watch as he stands on his feet, reaching out his hand towards you. With Leto's help, you pull yourself up from the sandy floor, shaking off the pins and needles stinging your limbs. He holds his hand out once more, this time for a handshake.

"Hello, I am Leto and welcome to Caladan. It is a pleasure to meet you and an honor to have your presence here."

A smile blooms across your face as you shake his hand, formally introducing yourself to Leto the way he had. "I cannot thank you enough for agreeing to this. I, my father, and our people are eternally grateful for your generosity."

Leto makes a small bow of his head, capturing your hand between his own. Something inside you feels lighter now. The air around you, once thick like water, isn't anymore.

"You will no longer have to worry about your home world. I will make certain they receive all that they need—as for you, as well. I am here for you, even if it's simply as an ear to listen."

A pause. Leto's voice melts a touch softer. He looks at you with eyes deep and brown as the bark of a pine. "In a matter of hours, you and I will wed. It's merely for formality's sake. What goes on between us as husband and wife is nobody's business but ours. Please know that I ask for and expect nothing in return for agreeing to this arrangement. You will never be forced to do anything you do not wish to. Ever. Is that understood?"

You take in Leto's words, becoming aware of the unspoken ones, those hidden between the lines. Their implications settle on you, and you let out a quiet breath of relief into the air.

"I do," you assure before adding, for what could be the hundredth time since Leto has joined you, "Thank you."

“You’re welcome, my lady.”

The sun peaks over the skyline, casting bright golden rays over Caladan. Leto briefly glances in the distance, the silver strands of his mane and beard catching the light, and they glimmer before your eyes. He smiles wide, the lines on his face crinkling as he watches the sunrise.

You also find yourself smiling, spending a moment more studying Leto's profile before turning to what's ahead of you.

Caladan takes your breath away, even more so in the daylight. You can fully appreciate it now that the storms in your mind have passed, and it's as clear as the skies.

"It's a beautiful day to get married." Leto remarks as the two of you gaze out to the water. After basking in the peaceful silence, he meets your eyes again, offering you his arm like a gentleman would. "Come, let me escort you back to your room. We both should rest up a bit before the festivities start."

Nodding in agreement, you quietly say goodbye to the ocean and allow Leto to guide you away from the beach. The sand beneath your shoes eventually turns to a rocky pathway at the foot of Castle Caladan, its grandeur towering over you.

A warm hand slips into yours.

"From now on, you will never feel alone," Leto says, pressing a soft squeeze to your hand. His hold is comforting, and reassuring. “You will always have me at your side, darling. I promise you that."

You smile at Leto, feeling something tender unfold in your chest when he returns a smile of his own.

You believe him, and for once, you think you will be okay.

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REVIEW TOUR:

WHERE IT BEGINS (Pucked .5) by Helena Hunting at The Reading Cafe:

'The premise is captivating; the characters are quirky and charismatic;'

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Rock Chick Rematch by Kristen Ashley

 5 stars

That was not at all how I thought Darius and Maila’s story would go! Wow, there was so much happening behind the scenes and underground with Darius, I would have never guessed any of it. It was, however, not unlikely with the glimpses of events we did see. It was, not unlikely, based on the strength of character we saw. It was, not unlikely, because of the capacity of love and caring that was clearly evident in Darius. This story is more than a second chance, it is two soulmates, enduring it all, and getting the life they paused, all that time ago <3

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"...and whenever I use my new big dick, I will think of you and all you've done for me."

I just think a physical manifestation of Guillermo negging Nandor every time he touches his dick would have been sooooo funny. (I drew this right after ep 3 aired and the fact that it's canon Nandor has been basically avoiding Marwa ever since is...certainly something lmao)

(Click for quality! ID in alt and under cut)

[ID: 1a. Dark interior of a coffin. Close up Nandor's face laying over Marwa, her knees pulled up around his waist, grinning smugly into her shoulder. We can only see the back of Marwa's perfect head. He says, "What do you think, my sweet Marwa? Isn't it magnificent?" 1b. Reverse shot over Nandor's shoulder. Nandor pulls back to look at his wife and his eyes bug out of his head to see a naked Guillermo laying there instead, in the same position Marwa was in, smirking cooly up at him. Guillermo responds "Yep. You're welcome for that, by the way."

2. The scene brightens with candlelight as Nandor suddenly launches himself backwards out of the coffin and plasters himself to the ceiling, eyes the size of dinner plates and surrounded by question marks. Birds-eye view over his shoulder at Marwa, laying naked in the coffin as she has been the entire time. She sits up and reaches out to him in concern, saying "Nandor? Husband? Are you alright?"

3. Nandor, nude but for a blanket around his waist, launches himself down the stairs into his secret room at vampiric speed. He shouts, "Djinn! What have you done!!" Standing in the foreground, his back to Nandor, the djinn smirks to himself as he reads a book titled "1001 Nights of Passion".

4a. A different night. Nandor stands alone somewhere in the house, taking a moment to adjust himself in his pants - perhaps he does need new clothes for his new penis. 4b. Nandor jumps in shock as a vision of Guillermo suddenly appears at his shoulder with a mean smile, saying, "Remember when I saved your old penis from witches?" Nandor instinctively wraps his cape around himself as he exclaims "Fuck! Ing! Guy!"

5a. A different night. Shot from behind of Nandor peeking nervously around the corner toward the main entry of the house, where Marwa, wearing a green peasant dress from Target, is passing by calling out "Nandor, my love, where are you?" with a worried expression.

5b. Now that she has passed by, Nandor turns around to face the viewer and leans back against the wall with a sigh of relief. 5c. Repeat of 5b; Nandor opens his eyes and glances suspiciously to the side as his hand creeps beneath his tunic and into his trousers.

5d. Close up of Nandor in profile, looking nervous or maybe anticipatory, looking down towards his crotch offscreen. His lips are pursed cautiously as he undoes his pants with an audible zip. 5e. Repeat of 5d; a vision of Guillermo appears in the foreground, peering judgmentally over Nandor's shoulder toward his occupied penis. He says, "Don't mess up your pants - I dry clean them for you every week, you know." Nandor's expression crumples into an anxious pout, whining as he realizes the djinns consequences have prevailed. /end ID]

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If they make it through the storm, love will just be the icing on the cake… Delighted, an all-new spicy and intriguing novella set in the Masters and Mercenaries world from New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake and 1,001 Dark Nights, is available now! Brian “Boomer” Ward believes in sheltering strays. After all, the men and women of McKay-Taggart made him family when he had none. So when…

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...because there's 1001 ways outside of physical touch to be loved on by your darling bias/wrecker ♡

When you bring up something you’re passionate about and the other person doesn’t say much it can feel like you aren’t being listened to. With Lee Know you don’t have to worry about that. He might be quiet but he’s hanging on every word you say, memorizing the things that make your beautiful face light up. It’s important to him that you believe the things you say actually matter. That what has meaning to you will always by default have meaning to him too.

Chan is your safe space. Wherever you are you’ll always feel like you’re at home as long as he’s by your side. The whole world could be crumbling around you and you wouldn’t be afraid because you know he’ll protect you. There’s nothing you could ever do to deem yourself unworthy of his love. You could make what you think is the biggest mistake of your life and that wouldn’t change a thing. You are forever the same wonderful human he fell for. 

There’s nothing wrong with crying. If it’s because depression’s kicking your ass today or because you saw a particularly cute cat video, Felix won’t make you feel weird about it. Honestly, he might end up crying right along with you. There’s nothing you can’t open up to him about. He wouldn’t dare tell you that you’re being too sensitive or that you need to suck it up. Shed as many tears as you have to and he’ll be right there to dry them. 

Seungmin has got his own unique way of showing affection. A way that sometimes makes you want to bop him in the back of the head for being such a menace. As much fun as it is annoying you, he goes out of his way to make sure you’re taken care of. You’ll never want for anything and if you do he makes sure that you have it. Ice cream craving at 2am? He’ll drive to the gas station to get it for you, even if he whines about it a little bit. 

Any random idea you have I.N will be on board with. Matching Halloween costumes? Let’s do it. Dancing on the kitchen table to that one song you love that you only listen to when no one’s around? He’s already up there extending his hand to pull you up with him. There’s nothing too “weird” or “random” for him. All of the things about you that you feel are strange are the exact reason why he can’t imagine a life without you. They’re what makes you you. 

Hyunjin is here for the deep early morning/late night conversations about things you might be too afraid to open up about. Of course, he loves to see you smiling and happy but he also knows that life’s not that way all of the time. There’s bound to be days, even weeks maybe, where the darkness creeps in and it’s a bit too much for you to bare. It’s much easier to cope with knowing that you won’t have to bare it in secret. He’s right there with you. 

Speaking of having tough conversations, Han is never afraid to hear you out if he hurts you. Naturally, it’ll upset him that he hurt you to begin with. He won’t get defensive though or ignore the pain you’re experiencing. Accidental or not, he’s gonna spend as much time as it takes to hear you out so that it doesn’t happen again. Open communication is everything between the two of you. He doesn’t see how he can say that he truly loves you without it. 

Changbin is very particular when it comes to you. He treats you like an absolute princess and anyone who comes around you better do the same or there will be hell to pay. It’s not that he doesn’t think you’re capable of taking care of yourself. You’re not some fragile thing to him but you do deserve to be treated delicately. He showers you with every drop of softness he has in him because he treasures you so dearly and he’d wage war if anyone put a scratch on you.