36 that should be me

General Erox from past

"Damn, You're so tight. I love you baby. Come with me."

I said between panting at pushing myself inside and out inside of my Margaret tight core.

"ahhh Erox im coming baby. Please be faster.”


I curse many times, her moan adding fuel in my hard rod. makes me move faster. She's too good to be true. I don't want this to end. Even though we're in the middle of a war to save our lives, I think I can face anything as long as she's with me.

With one last, trusting sigh, we collapse into each other's arms. I press a kiss to her forehead, whispering "I love you" before she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.

My gaze lingers on her beautiful face, my fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw. I can't help but admire her, her beauty captivating me in a way I never thought possible. It's strange, to think that I never felt this way about the princess. We've been together for almost my entire life, yet Margaret, in a matter of days, stole my heart. A heart I believed would never beat for another, even though I thought I might find my mate someday. But I was wrong, so terribly wrong, because before I could even discover if she was my destined mate, I was already falling for her captivating charm.

She's mine, truly mine. And I feel like the luckiest man alive, to have her by my side.

If only I had the chance, I wouldn't let her go. I want to be with her forever, but fate has other plans. Sooner or later, she'll return to her world, leaving me here, alone, with only the memories we made to comfort me.

Soon, all of this will fade, and things will return to the way they were before she arrived in my life.

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Erox-from the future

I stare at Margaret, the princess. A thousand times over, I've told myself she's not my M. She's a different person. There are things in this world that science can't explain, but what's happening to me and M right now is completely out of this world. I'm glad I'm back where I belong, but why do I have to lose M over and over again? It should be me, right? The one whose hand is intertwined with hers, not that man who looks so much like me. She must think I'm him, right?

My mind races, a whirlwind of thoughts, and as I look at Margaret again, I see her struggling with her lines.

After a short break, she lets out a sigh and complains, "This isn't my thing, Erox. Why do I need to do this?”

I sighed, feeling a wave of weariness wash over me. "It's because this was M's dream," I said, my voice gentle but firm. "She's not here because, for some reason, you two switched lives. She could be in danger right now, all because of this. At least return the favor she's doing. Don't ruin her career by being so careless with the lines. And please, try to make it a little believable.”

I let out a tired sigh, the weight of it all pressing down on me. I miss M so much, but all I can do is sit here and play nursemaid to this princess who knows nothing. I shouldn't be rude, but I can't help myself. I miss M, and the thought of her being with another man while I'm stuck here, waiting, is driving me insane.

"Do you think you were a bit harsh?" Margaret asked, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I know I'm terrible at acting, and everything here is completely alien to me. Even a simple plastic bottle in the trash bin feels strange. My head is bursting with all this new information, I can't handle it. So I'm sorry if I'm not as good as your M at this. Even if I studied for a month, I'm sure I couldn't do it perfectly. I don't want to ruin your M's dream, but you see, I'm not a perfect princess.”

Margaret runs back to her co-host, the real partner of my M if she were here. The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm a total jerk. I should be more patient with her. She's not into this at all.

I go to apologize, but she's already talking to Ezekiel, her co-host, a bright smile lighting up her face. It's like nothing happened. Like I didn't hurt her. That smile, it's the same as M's, radiating the same warmth.

My chest tightened, a vise squeezing my heart. Jealousy, raw and hot, flooded through me. Maybe it was because she looked so much like M, or maybe it was seeing my M, happy and laughing with another man. Whatever the reason, the green-eyed monster had taken hold in an instant.

"Looks like someone wanted to kill a rat," Ismael said, a hint of amusement in his voice. I hadn't even noticed him standing there, so consumed was I by watching Margaret.

Ezekiel tapped Margaret's head playfully, like a kid, but to me, it felt like a tender gesture.

"It reminds me that this place is full of people," I said to Ismael, trying to sound lighthearted, but my voice held a deep undercurrent of seriousness. I shouldn't feel this way, I know what's real, but I can't help it.

"Why don't you do those things you always do whenever some random guy shows affection toward your princess?”

I let out a weary sigh. That's what I've been doing all along, keeping other men away from M. She has no idea, too busy with her life to notice the subtle ways I've steered those other guys away. That's why I wasn't worried, why I felt confident she'd come around. That I could hold onto her. I know one day, she'll find it in her heart to love me, the way I love her.

But now, as I think about it, I realize she's falling for me, but it's not me here, standing in front of her.