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Ernst Stavro Blofeld.
❝ what took you so long? ❞
spectre supreme leader austrian
unpredictable dangerous ruthless
intelligent sadistic influential
bond verse 18+ dark themes
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once she settled his arm drops back to arm of chair, fingertips dipping out to brush at the inside of her knee which was perfectly placed near him. though listening his eyes remained on her.
she’s quiet, allowing the meeting to unfold uninterrupted. though, at his touch, she settles against the edge of the desk beside his chair, watching him, a hand touching his face, his hair— the touch loving but quiet.
currently wrapped up in a meeting via a phone call to which the phone was on speaker upon his desk. arm lazily draping around her waist, pulling her closer.
it linger, savoring the tension he’d built.
“so fragile,”
he murmured to himself, almost absentmindedly,
“and yet… so completely aware of every inch of me, every fraction of control I claim.”
blofeld stood over her, feeling the warmth of her body and the soft shiver that ran through her at the faint pressure of his knee. his hand rested at the top of her inner thigh, fingers teasing against silk and skin, measured, deliberate, knowing exactly how to elicit the
all of evelyn’s attention briefly dips to the careful placement of blofeld’s knee. it’s just enough pressure that, if she dared to move, it would soothe the ache somewhere deep within. . . but she knows better. she knows that she has no control in this, and that blofeld has no —
undone by the smallest of his actions.
his thumb moved in slow, calculated circles over the tender skin, tracing the curve of her thigh with precision. he listened to the soft whine that slipped from her lips, the way her breath hitched and pooled heat in the room, and he let
you think you’ve found my weakness, james, but you’re only walking into my design. i don’t break — i bend the world until it serves me. if you reach for her, you’ll discover too late that the moment you touch what’s mine, i’ve already destroyed what’s yours.
evelyn. i want to see it—the exact moment you break.”
his knee shifted again, pressing with a fraction more pressure, and the small, deliberate motion to pull another sound from her.
blofeld’s smirk deepened at the sound, that soft, involuntary spill of need that slipped past her lips. he held there a moment, knee pressing just enough to keep her balanced on the edge of relief without ever letting her tumble over it.
his gaze never left her face, drinking
that,”
he continued, voice low and cutting through the charged air,
“you won’t survive what comes next.”
his thumb traced an agonizingly slow circle over the inner curve of her thigh, his other hand still hooked beneath her chin to keep her gaze fixed on his.
“look at me,