tryst ? cyno x reader x kaveh

Chapter 1 - The Fall

Your day had started with the same routine as it always did. Wake at 7, make breakfast for you and Father, bid him goodbye at 7:45 on the dot. Then, you'd tuck your burgundy locks back, slip a shawl over your head for a disguise, and slide out the window at 8. Today, you'd made your way to Zubayr Theater in record time to catch the 8:30 performance. You always used to wonder why people wanted to wake so early to go watch a dance, but after watching Nilou once, you never wondered again. She was probably one of the most talented dancers in the world, if not the most talented. However, that wasn't the reason you were going today.

You stepped into the theater, inserting yourself into the already-mesmerized crowd of people watching Nilou dance. Right now, you were searching for a specific sleazeball you'd been told about. Your mind flashed back to the conversation you'd had a few days ago regarding this man.

You'd been hanging out with Nilou after another wildly successful performance, but she'd seemed a little off. Shaken, even. "What's up?" you'd asked.

"There's...this man that comes to my shows pretty often. He comes up to me after performances and offers me gifts," she'd said, an embarrassed expression painting her face. "But they're not, ah, well, good gifts, I guess? He gives me love letters and...and undergarments and stuff. It's really weird. And he won't stop. I've asked him so many times, but he just grins weirdly and says that he really loves me and that I should stop playing hard to get."

So here you were, looking for the dirtbag. Not that you were going to cause a scene, though. No, you'd just make sure he wouldn't bother her again. You'd asked for a description of him so you could take that fucker out. Just then, you spotted him in all his greasy-haired, shit-eating-grin unglory. And yes, he was carrying a nicely wrapped box.

Nilou's flawless performance ended with several rounds of fanfare, applause, and cheers for an encore. You silently trailed the rat as he made his way to the stage wings, presumably to "greet" poor Nilou again. When he saw her, his weird smirk widened as he strode up to her to thrust the present into her uncharacteristically stiff arms.

"For you, baby. This one really reminded me of you." He slung an arm around her shoulder, ignoring how she tried to pull away from him. "Oh, don't be like that. If you didn't like me so much, you wouldn't let me stay near you."

Before he could utter another word from his disgusting mouth, you clapped a hand on his shoulder. "My horrible man, kindly get the hell away from my dear friend or I can and will report you to the Akademiya."

The man, who you'd promptly nicknamed Weaselly Rat-Faced Fucker (It fit him better than his real name, Ishan. You decided to call him Weasel for short), whirled around. "And who are you?" he growled, finally letting go of Nilou. "This is between me and my girlfriend-"

You burst out in laughter. "Girlfriend? Someone like you would be lucky to even get a hello from her. Plus, what you're doing right now constitutes as sexual harassment, which I'm sure the Akademiya will be thrilled to hear about! From one of their own researchers, nonetheless." You'd done your research well. It was time to take this man down.

Weasel scowled, taking a step forward menacingly. "They'd never. Besides, I'm only an admirer giving gifts, okay? You stay out of this." Despite his words, his body language conveyed a different story. He was sweating, his eyes darting to the exit of the theater - yeah, he definitely knew he was in the wrong.

You raise your hands in mock supplication. "From boyfriend to admirer that fast, huh? Trust me, they would. Unless you want to find out for yourself what exactly the Akademiya will do, I'd suggest taking your gifts back and running. You better not talk to her ever again."

Weasel turned to Nilou with a heartbroken look. "Nilou, baby, back me up please? You know how much I love you, right? I'd do anything for you, really, so please, just - just tell this interloper to leave?"

Nilou silently handed his gift back. "I wish for no part in this." She was more relaxed now, her hands already starting to trace their usual pretty patterns.

Weasel, however, was less than pleased. "Why, you, you bitch! I thought you loved me! Were you just leading me on?"

"Hey now. Go on, get out of here before I call for someone to come throw you out. Leave with what little dignity you have left," you assert, pushing yourself between an irate Weasel and a grateful Nilou.

He inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring with annoyance before pivoting sharply on his heel and stalking out. You let out a soft sigh before turning to Nilou and checking her all over. "Are you okay? Did that fucker touch you anywhere else? I'm gonna send the Akademiya after him anyways-"

You heard him before you saw him. The loud slap of footsteps against wood, the heavy breathing, and the whistle of the air as he threw something aerodynamic at you. Judging by the audio cues, you came to the conclusion that Weasel had thrown a knife at you. Which answered one of your questions ("What was going on?") but created another.

How were you going to survive this?

You spun around and raised your arms to shield the general area you surmised the knife would land, around your collarbone. Time seemed to slow around you. Thinkthinkthinkthink, your brain was screaming at you. If you moved, the knife would hit Nilou, but at the same time, you didn't feel the urge to die right now, so you just tried to shield your vitals. You'd deal with the pain later.

You heard Nilou scream behind you, the smell of rain filling the air, but you knew everything was happening too fast for her to shield you. Maybe she'd be able to heal you afterwards.

As you closed your eyes and braced for impact, you felt the air change again. There was the smell of rain, Weasel's disgusting sweat, and...something sharp. The air crackled, almost vibrating. A loud clang resounded in front of you. You didn't know what could possibly do such a thing, until you saw him in front of you.

He had a boyish face that belied a youth his facial expression, a glower, could not conceal. His hair, a silvery gray, fluttered behind him, an untamed mane. Crimson eyes flashing, almost glowing. Tawny, weathered skin peppered with scars, adding a slightly menacing look to the man. Finally, he wore a black hat with indigo and gold accents, with a set of large jackal ears sewn on and a similarly colored outfit to match.

Also, he was basically shirtless for reasons you couldn't possibly fathom.

The man held a flat, rather shiny brown polearm in front of him in a defensive stance. Weasel's knife clattered to the ground at the man's feet. Glancing down at it, he kicked it backwards with a lightning-fast sweep of his foot, far from Weasel's reach. There'd be no grabbing it now.

Weasel's twisted expression of rage morphed into one of great fear. He was now trembling, taking few steps back at the sight of the red-eyed stranger. "Wait, I can explain!" he cried, dropping to his knees.

"Who is that?" you whisper to Nilou. She smiles once more, her hands falling back to her sides.

"That," she says, motioning to the man, "is Cyno, General Mahamatra."

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