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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Otis B Driftwood x AFAB!Baby'sBestFriend!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Kissing Lessons.

Notes:

This is inspired by a side plot in Louise Rennison's Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging- set on fire.

So this is also a very different style then I usually write in- I felt it worked better for this story. I hope its alright ^^

This might get a second part.

Plot: You went to you best friends’ big brother to learn how to kiss, because he seems just the right kind of freak to actually agree to it- and he did! It worked! Problem is... now he cant stop kissing you.

You’ve made a big ass mess of your life with the help of Otis fucking Driftwood and its just going to get worse before it even possibly gets better.

Warnings: Smut (Semi-Public, Unprotected, Grimy, Nasty Otis Fucking. The smut part is also in red in case you wanted to avoid it), disloyalty, Otis being his gross self, writing that is as feral as this the Firefly family, etc.

In hind sight, having your best friends big brother teach you how to kiss was not one of your best plans. It would absolutely not be in the hall of fame. But you were desperate! You had finally found a guy that you liked, who was nice, and you wanted your first kiss with him to be good!- If he ever made a move… And seeing as you had never actually kissed anyone before… you figured that you needed some help, with that.

Otis was not the first name that came to mind when you had thought about who to ask for help. Honestly, first, you had thought of Baby herself. You two were very open with each other, having known each other your whole lives- you even get changed in the same room sometimes! And its no big deal! In fact you had full intentions to ask her help that fateful morning you turned up at the Firefly house.

… But- then Otis answered the door. Otis, who had always been just Baby’s asshole older brother since you could remember. Otis, who thought he understood the darkness of the human psyche and was not shy in saying so. Otis.

And it all clicked into place.

If anyone was going to make out with you and not consider it a gateway to romance, or sex, but as merely educational, it was Otis. He understood stuff like this- you were sure, he would be cool about it.

And he was, after you asked to talk with him alone and… awkwardly… explained your situation. He did make a joke or two about you just wantin’ to kiss him as he sat himself down on his bed, knees spread wide and leered in amusement at you, but agreed with a casual shrug. It wouldn’t be a big deal at all, its not like he didn’t tease you mercilessly already when you came over. Otis was just an asshole; That’s how he was.

So you had sat down next to him, unbelievably nervous as he stared at you - God, the way he stares, it feels like he’s staring directly into the darkest pits of your soul. And that’s an understatement, - motionlessly; Waiting for something. Waiting for you to make the first move, perhaps? I was he just messing with you? All you remember clearly is how hard your heart had been racing in the moment and how dark - and musty. Goddamn, does he never clean?? - his bedroom was (You had never been in there before. It was just the locked door at the end of the hall your whole life, no matter which house the family were staying in at the time).

Another moment passed before you, sick to death of this anxiety game he was cruelly playing, looked up at him from your lap and opened up your mouth to snap at him- and he’d kissed you. Just dipped down, smothered your shocked mouth with his and shoved his tongue in.

… You remember thinking oh god- no step one??, then choking. Luckily though that did not put Otis off (Another reason that he was the perfect choice, at the time), he didn’t even give you time to recoup; He just swallowed your cry and sucked you in closer- kissing you with such vigour you had to reach up and grasp his shoulders in order to steady your damn self.

It was such an awkward kiss! Honestly, it was humorous how horrible it was. It was the epitome of that lame girl in those gross teen books so desperate to be wanted that she lets her best friends brother slobber over her on his race car bed and would later regret it.

Except, well, you were both adults, there was no race car bed, and you weren’t about to give up so fucking easily.

You were going to learn how to kiss! And just because Otis was nasty about it didn’t mean he didn’t know base-level How To. He knew more than you did, at least, that was for sure.

So you forced yourself to rest your hands on his chest instead, relax against him (Stop fighting him with stiff lips and straight back), and let him lead - and oh boy did he lead, fuck. That man kisses rough, -, which was a struggle as a strategy but eventually rewarding. Every now and then the bastard would mumble in that husky voice of his to loosen the fuck up, or open your mouth more, or eventually- get up on here, as he tugged you towards his lap. You’d sighed, in frustration, and climbed on top of him, thighs around his slim waist. It didn’t feel sexy, at the time. Didn’t feel like crossing a line… just felt like Otis was being annoying and this was how to shut him up!

Thinking back, you admit… that may have been your first mistake.

That went on for about an hour… and the next day, you had a kissing rash all over the bottom half of your face. You refused to leave your home, so Baby came inevitably came by to see if you doin’ okay. You told her you were sick and it was contagious so she couldn’t come in, but she didn’t leave and you just felt guilty as hell, wincing in there all alone with your best friend standing outside talking to you; Ignorant of what was really going on.

Things just got worse from there.

Now no matter how you approached Otis from then on while visiting the house, whether you actually spoke to him or just waived - acting normal, like it was supposed to still be, -, things were… off. He would flash you a dirty smirk when Baby wasn’t looking, or grab your ass suddenly and you would have to act normal so no one else would realise, or say off things that caused Baby to think and you to inwardly panic. And what was even worse than any of that?

He. Kept. Kissing you. And its not like you could tell him to stop! That would just be too awkward, and… you didn’t have the strength to go through that with the asshole… yep…

It seemed that whenever you were alone in the Firefly-Spaulding-Driftwood residence, Otis would sniff you out and have you pressed against a wall or the couch cushions with his mouth on you - your lips, your neck… and even your ankle, once when he couldn’t get close to you and then back to his spot before Baby would be back! He just yanked your leg up from where he was sitting at the end of the couch, held it up long enough to make you panic, then quickly pecked and unceremoniously dropped it again, -, and it got so bad, you started getting so flustered by it, that you started holding your pee in while you were there. You were not going let that bastard catch you heading to the bathroom, if you could help it. This caused a few awkward arguments between Baby and you when she noticed you weren’t going to the toilet at all and tried to insist you go to the goddamn bathroom and you outright refused. Her mind was boggled but you were stubborn.

You also started acting weird in other ways, too, so much so that you really can’t blame Baby for looking at you weird every now and then- or outright mumbling freak around you.

See, Otis had started a war between the two of you, a messy one, and you weren’t going to let him win.

You would abruptly get up when Otis would enter the room and tell Baby you had to leave then, or that the two of you needed to relocate immediately.

During family dinner’s that you would attend, you would start acting - and feeling, - squirrely when Otis would just speak and as a result would pick the stupidest arguments with him that he would be far-too-happy to partake in with you.

The polite waives you would throw him your whole life turned into middle fingers.

And a whole amalgamation of other thins that just came together into making Baby think you were losing your freaken marbles.

But- But, the most horrible thing about the whole crazy situation with Otis??

It started affecting your relationship with Rodney… the guy you went to Otis for. The reason you needed to learn how to kiss. The most beautiful, kind, sexy man in the world.

Otis started acting totally unlike himself when he saw you and Rodney together, or heard you or Baby so much as mention Rodney. And the messing with you when no one’s looking thing? That especially applied to the times you were spending with Rodney. It started with having his hand firmly groping your inner thigh under the table as he ‘chatted’ with Rodney in that antisocial and threatening way that he does, and developed into tongue-fucking your throat behind walls. You truly believed Otis got off on making you feel like a shit- because one time you felt his hard-on through loose jeans during a particularly rough make-out session with Rodney in the very next room, your body literally pinned to the thin wall that Rodney was on the other side of; Innocent and ignorant of the horrible thing that you were doing to him. You had shoved Otis off with all your might when you realised his dick was hard because of this, and stormed back into the room your sweetheart was waiting for you in. And ignored the uncomfortable achy feeling in your pants.

It was for Rodney, anyway. Of course.

It seriously slowed down development between you and Rodney, on top of making you guilt ridden. You started feeling exceedingly awkward when Rodney would smile at you, talk to you, or god forbid- touch you. You figured you must have gotten so used to Otis’ rough hands, that when Rodney gave your hand a gentle squeeze or stroked your hair, it didn’t feel like enough.

Not nearly enough.

You also began feeling bored just talking with Rodney- when you used to feel stimulated, and cheerful talking to him. Or, at least, you thought you used to feel that way talking to him… Honestly, you couldn’t recall. What you did recall, though, was how alive talking to fucking Otis made you feel. When you two argued, it made your heart vibrate in your chest like a jackhammer, and when you agreed on something you just couldn’t help the bright way you smiled at him (… Speaking of Otis of all people, not Rodney.).

And worst of all? You began comparing your sweet, lovely, handsome Rodney to disgusting, argumentative Otis.

And Rodney… somehow, despite your every intention and every possible handicap… didn’t end up on the top of many pro columns???

“Ugh,” You groan, frustrated almost to the point f tears one night as you plop down violently onto the slashed up, stain covered couch the Fireflies owned at the moment; Hiding your face in your hands. This is ridiculous…

You’re fucking everything up. Your possible romantic interest… your friendship with Baby… and even the comfortably lacking relationship you used to have with Otis. You didn’t have much, he was just your best friends mean older brother, but it had been comfortable…

And now that was certainly out the window.

Its possible you could still save the other two things, though… You really should be honest. You should do it; March back up to Baby’s bedroom now and tell her everything- and she can help you figure things out with Otis and Rodney.

That is… unless she hates you… for fucking around with her brother…

“Oh god… “You moan in realisation, pressing your face deeper into the safety of your hands. This is so fucked u-

“What the hell are you doing, still here?”

Oh great, you think with a deadpanned expression in your palms. Because this couldn’t get any worse. Now, Otis is seeing you in distress.

Who knows what kind of ridicule he has lined up for you.

Sighing, you remove your face from your hands and slap them down on your knees, going to push yourself up to your feet and leave. “Nothing, I was just leaving. Unfortunately, it’s inevitable that I’ll see you around, so I’ll just- “You’re about to slip around the grotty, bloody coffee table and go home, when Otis grabs your wrist; Stopping you from going anywhere. “Would you let go??”

“Naw, don’t think so. Why don’t you siddown? Haven’t seen ya all day- you been avoiding me, eh?” Closing the space between you both, Otis wraps a long - surprisingly strong, - arm around your waist and tugs you flat against his front, causing you roll your eyes deeply- leaning away. You find you’re comfortable under his touch, and its unbelievably annoying. Soon you’re going to start yearning for it- and that’s going to be hard to come back from.

“Ohh, now why would I do that??” You ask, sarcasm bleeding off your tongue as you glare at his grimy grin.

“Fucken beats me.” His voice gets low, and threatening then. And you’re not scared of him- but it does show that he’s being serious. So instead of leaning away, you finally relax into his grip and his warm, lean chest. Dark eyes flicker all over your face, searching for something. What, you don’t know, but he doesn’t seem to find it if the stern frown on his face is any reliable indicator.

“Otis… I think we need to talk.” This is worth a shot, at least. You can explain how you feel to him, how he seems to have read more into this arrangement then you meant to put out there, and maybe he’ll just let it - and you, - go. Theirs also a possibility that he’ll get offended and insult you… but even that would be better than this nightmare situation. Right?

… Yeah.

Let’s do this.

Taking in a deep breath, your move your gaze from his pale neck to his grey face and part your lips to start-

But your gaze grazes his mouth, and you lose your train of thought for a whole damn moment. “Um- “

“What happened, kitten?” He tilts his head to the side as he leans towards you, and your logical brain really starts to struggle. What were you going to say?? Like, what were the exact words??? You need to spit them out right now- “Cat got your tongue??”

May-be!!

“Otis… “You start once again, though you aren’t quite sure what you’re going to say… especially as you start leaning in closer to his face. Your eyes half lid against your will, it seems, and you hands go from being held carefully away from him to trailing up his chest and over his broad, bony shoulders. He smirks, and its over.

Your lips are breath away, and within the span of a millisecond- they aren’t anymore. His hands disappear into the back pockets of your jeans as you mash your lips together; Tilting your head to the opposite way that he did, making more maximum access, kissing Otis slowly but deeply.

It happens without you even thinking about anything but Otis- Otis and his arms, and his tongue, and his hair, and his chest, and you don’t know, just him and his warm skin through a pair of blue jeans and a dirty wife beater- but soon you’re underneath him on the couch and you’re doing a few things you never thought you would be doing.

Wiggling out of your pants in your best friends living room.

Opening up your legs for someone other then Rodney- not to mention helping that Non-Rodney person (Who, side note, isn’t wearing any damn underwear) pull their dick out of their jeans.

And letting Otis fucking Driftwood shove his fat cock into your pussy.

“Fuck!” You gasp, pain ripping through you. Its your first time, you think to yourself as you press your forehead hard into Otis’ chest, what did you expect?

Well, that’s easy. You expected to be doing this with Rodney- so you expected something gentler.

But you do suppose that Otis doesn’t move at all until you do it yourself, despite forcing himself all the way in, with the first thrust. So, there’s that. You have to give him that.

Or maybe you just want to.

When you do move, though? Having gotten comfortable, more than comfortable as your pussy once again starts aching for him - around him, now, - actually, and roll your hips up against him. Then, theirs no stopping him.

You’re made into absolute, pulverised mush as Otis fucks your virgin cunt into the couch. Its exactly like you would have imagined it, exactly how he kisses. Rough, and chasing his own pleasure with a total disregard for common curtesy. He makes your pussy absolutely weep as he thrusts hard and fast in and out of you- and slams his mouth to rock against yours once again when you start making noises. Meanwhile you are absolutely helpless to do anything but try to kiss him back, to try keep him with him - just like the first time in his bedroom, - , and offer your hips up further to meet his cock and balls when they sweep down.

Because you can’t have that. Not now, not today, not here. This could turn into an absolute disaster if anyone were just stroll into the living room. God what if someone saw this? you suddenly worry, but through the haze of lust you really can’t pull your logical brain into action. You really can’t.

“Shhh-shhh, now, baby,” Otis suddenly hisses deeply into your ear, breath hot and damp and uncomfortable against your skin. His lips leave a few open-mouthed kisses to your neck while he’s there, between panting. Oh god, you whine- this man should not be able to make you feel this way. “Don’t wan’ anyone- “Puff. “- hearing this, doya? I know ya don’t… “Puff, puff.

“Shhh,” You hush him back, mostly if the lewd sounds of Otis ramming into your hole don’t alert anyone of funny business, then his utterly obnoxious need to speak, definitely will- but also because you have to fight back. Even in this condition- you need to snap back at him.

Even all-pathetic, like you are right now. With your legs spread as wide as they’ll go as to give him all-access.

“I wish- “Otis continues. “I wish- your little fuckweed could see this. Pretty little Y/N with yer slutty little ‘flower’- betcha that’s what he’d call it by the way- wrapped around ol’ Otis’ pecker, huh? Hah… How’d he react, doya think?” A strong hand with rough callouses reaches down to your groin and sloppily rubs your own fucking spunk all over the both of you. Your pussy begins absolutely squeezing him, milking his cock for everything its worth. “Ya think he’d faint?? Or- maybe- join in?”He lowers his voice even more, then as he leans even closer to your ear. “… Well, I wouldn’t let him.”

Then, abruptly, Otis lets go a hot loud into you and the sensation along with his words, has you coming as well against him- and he pays real attention to your face, as you do. Stares at you once again in that soul-sucking way that he’s perfected.

It makes you feel naked, and even more vulnerable than you already were.

He doesn’t leave your warmth until he’s totally softened, which is an odd but even more weirdly pleasant sensation… but then he yanks himself out, leaving you so suddenly empty you feel uncomfortable and drags your pants back up over your hips- leaving you, with the mess in your underwear. Of course, you roll your eyes, just laying there as the asshole slips to the end of the couch. Honestly, your legs are feeling a little numb, and you’re tired, so… you may need a moment, here.

Plus, you need to stew in your own horny, evil idiocy for a moment. Because god… now you’ve actually slept with Otis! Now, that’s a line that you really… that you’ve thoroughly crossed. You can’t come back from this.

Baby is going to hate you… Rodney’s going to be disgusted by you… And all you got is a pair of underwear you have to throw out now and a misplaced virginity.

“Ughh… “You groan, throwing an arm over your face in frustration. What’s is wrong with you??? Because never mind what’s wrong with Otis - you already knew that he was messed up (That’s pretty clear), -, but you should know better! You’ve got half a logical brain, you aren’t absolutely batshit insane, and you try your best to be sensible!

But then as soon as this rat man, you think, flashing a glare Otis’ way as you push yourself up to your elbows and he chews on the end of a lit roll-up, hunched over his knees, just enters the room… all that goes out the window!

Otis catches your scowl, double takes, and then smirks around the cigarette. “Regret comin’ to me for those kissin’ lessons, now?”

“Yes.” You snap, nose scrunched up like a toddler. No doubt about it.

“Want me to give yer virginity back?”

Rolling your eyes, you huff. “If you could, yeah.”

“And- doya despise me yet, sweetheart?”

Frowning deeply then, you think, No… But you both know that, somehow. So instead you give him your worst stink face before flopping back down, annoyedly, onto the cushions. Your voice is considerably gentler, though; Weak. “Getting there… “

He just chuckles, returning his attention to his cancer stick.

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yandere-writer-momo · 6 months

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Yandere Short Stories: Love Me More

Yandere Supervillian x Afab Reader x Ex Superhero

In honor of spooky month, you’re all getting some of my old original thriller works. Enjoy

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Buy Me a Coffee, Please?

Crescent shaped wounds formed on the palms of soft (skin color) hands while (eye color) eyes stared holes into the tv and the daily broadcast. Blood dripping from the young woman’s lips from the force of her biting them.

“Today’s broadcast starts off with the news of the blooming relationship between the superhero Hydro and Heroine Terra. The two started off as partners on missions before taking their relationship to the next level! Who knew such chemistry existed between the two?!” A reporter stated while showing videos of the blonde haired hero kissing a pink haired woman. The two did look good together but there was only one problem. Hydro, no… Reign, was (your name)’s boyfriend.

Reign had always told her not to use the tv remote but she was just so bored in the house. Ever since powers had started appearing seven years ago from a mysterious storm, Reign had been keeping her locked up in their shared house. The blonde had insisted it was for her utmost safety, but now (your name) felt like it was all just a rouse to keep her in the dark on his affair.

A scream left (your name)’s throat as she began pressing all the tv buttons in frustration before throwing the tv remote away from the couch. A small thud echoing in the room while the tv screen turned black.

The young woman began to shake as she tried to conceal her sobs while she patiently waited for her boyfriend to come home. Her form shaking as she gazed numbly at the blood dripping from her hands.

She had waited an entire week for him to return from his latest mission. She had been worried sick about him since he hadn’t answered her calls or texts asking how he is or what he was doing. And now (your name) knew why. The true reason in why Reign never replied… was because he had another woman in his life.

Seven years down the drain. She has always wondered why he hadn’t taken her on dates in the last two years since he had risen to stardom. Why he wasn’t as affectionate before or as talkative. Why he never held her or told her he loved her as much anymore.

Perhaps some part of herself had deluded her into believing it was just a phase. Never in her life would she have thought she would be the phase. This was no Superman and Louis Lane love story. This was real life.

Reign would never want to be associated with a girl who had a low grade power like hers. What good was a healing power if she couldn’t even heal a partner who was never injured anymore?

(Your name) and him would never get married or have the happy ending she had always hoped to have since her rough childhood. It would only be Reign and Terra’s. The perfect super couple that took the nation by storm.

(Your name) sighed, a few tears falling down her face. She had thought his sudden avoidance of her was due to the high stress of his work. So she had given him space to organize his thoughts and feelings. The young woman had tried so hard to comfort him with his favorite foods, writing him notes everyday, and making sure their home was always clean. And for what? For him to cheat on her and lie about it? Did he even deserve a good bye?

(Your name) thought for a moment before releasing a sad sigh. Reign truly didn’t deserve anymore than she could possibly offer him. He didn’t deserve a good bye. Especially not when he was the one who left first.

(Your name) knew what she needed to do. It was time to let go before she became even more of a mess. But first, she should clean up her hands and lips.

The young woman walked to the bathroom and began rinsing her hands, the hot water stinging the self inflicted wounds lightly. Dull (eye color) orbs staring at her reflection as she released a sigh. She practically looked like a corpse with the bags under her eyes. When was the last time she smiled anyways? Has it truly been a year since she truly felt anything?

A light green glow left her hands as she healed her broken skin. It was the least she could do so no one thought she was insane when she walked out of this house with a duffle bag.

(Your name) shut off the water before heading into her separate room to pack her things. The couple hadn’t slept together in months and it really took a toll on her. It was pathetic just how far she had let herself wallow in self loathing and pity.

(Eye color) eyes frowned at the photo of a blonde male smiling as he held her younger self. A (skin color) hand reaching out and placing the picture face down. Her hands quickly facing all the photos of them face down so she didn’t have to see his face while she packed. She didn’t want to be reminded of the love they once shared.

Such a shame the fame had gotten to him. Reign was her first love, her first for so many things. But it was time to put him away, just like he did to her.

(Your name) smiled sadly before packing up what few belongings she had, making sure to leave whatever Reign had gotten her behind. She didn’t want any reminders of him and his broken promises any longer.

“Good bye, Reign.” (Your name) whispered as she left the empty house. “I wish you happiness.”

Bars were never really her scene and yet here she was lightly sipping on some Scotch. The bitter alcohol stinging her throat while her eyes scanned the crowd.

The scent of sweat and liquor causing her nose to crinkle in disgust. Just what I’m earth was she thinking coming to a place like this?

This was the nearest bar to the cheap hotel she was staying at for the time being before she found a job to make enough money to move to another city.

A sigh escaping her throat. Her mind was still in shambles and a complete mess. Even this small glass of liquor couldn’t satisfy the lonely ache in her chest.

The young woman raised her hand up to attract the bar tender. “I’d like to close my tab please.”

The walk to the hotel wasn’t too bad. Just pass by a few alleyways and she’d be right there in her tiny room. Hopefully there weren’t any roaches in her bed…

A sudden groan reached her ears, causing the young woman to freeze in place. (Your name) turning her head left towards the alleyway in fright. The young woman trembling as her mind began to race.

She was going to be stabbed wasn’t she? Young women always got abducted or stabbed… or raped at night. And what could she do to defend herself?! She didn’t even have a taser-

“Please…” a deep voice barely whispered while another groan left the alleyway. “Please help me…”

The young woman began to pace as she tried to sort her thoughts. Her mind was telling her no but her heart clenched at the thought of someone truly needing help.

“Screw it.” (Your name) slowly made her was into the alleyway, her (eye color) eyes nervously scanning the alleyways.

“Hello?” (Eye color) orbs widened as she stared at the male before her in shock. Deep gashed covering his body while ragged breaths left the male’s throat. The young woman quickly rushing over as she began trying to talk to the young man. “Oh lord, you need a hospital-“

The male reached a hand out, blood now staining the white sleeves of her coat. Red eyes meeting (eye color) orbs for the first time.

“N-no hospital…” the male rasped while his eyes gazed at here in desperation. “P-please… put me out of my misery-“

“I-I can heal you!” The young woman quickly leaned forward while a green glow surrounded her hands while she tried to heal as many of his wounds as she could. “Please don’t die-“

“It’s okay… I don’t have anything to live for.” There was so much blood. Whatever or whoever had wounded him, had truly wanted him dead.

Tears began to gather in her eyes while she tried to desperately heal the large gashes on the man before her. Just why did her powers have to be so weak?

“Please, whatever may be out there… I just want to save this one person. Please…” tears fell down her face as the male began to slump over ever so slightly. “I just want to save someone so I can have purpose again.”

The male’s eyes widened as the green glow began to become brighter while his wounds quickly began closing. A warmth filling his body and soul while she worked her magic. The young woman beginning to slump as a wave of exhaustion hit her.

“Hey-“ the male quickly caught her before she fell on the pavement. His heart drumming in his chest as he realized she had passed out.

Healing abilities were so incredibly rare this day and age. They were usually killed off so they wouldn’t interfere with the hospitals since they could heal for free… so just how on earth did she come to find him? Wait a moment…

The dark haired male smiled softly as he studied her pretty face, his face lighting up in recognition. It was (your name)… She was still so pretty and small… would she be willing to be his new purpose now that she was all alone?

Did she still remember him from high school? She had always been such a sweet girl, such a shame she chose Reign Huston over him. He could’ve give her the world… but now he could! He truly could give her the world… or at least what would be left of it when he was done with it.

It must be fate that had brought them together! The string of fate must be tied tightly to their fingers, uniting them in a time of hardship once again.

The male slowly rose up. The dark haired man carry her out of the alleyway with a smile on his face.

“You’ll be my reason to live again and I’ll be yours.” The male waved his right hand, a Violet portal appearing before the two. “My true reason on why I want to burn this world to the ground. Nothing will ever hurt you or I ever again.”

The poor girl has no idea that the man she just saved was a monster… a monster she had once unknowingly escaped from in the past…

Reign finally arrived home after not receiving any texts or calls from (your name). Which was strange for her since she always clung to him whenever he left for long periods of time.

Maybe she realized what he had to do in order to crawl up the ranks of superheroes. Reign couldn’t afford for the public to know of their relationship. It was dangerous to be with someone who couldn’t protect themselves.

It would be nerve racking to be seen with a girl who had no name or strong ability to protect herself since he was such a well known hero now. Reign was just lucky Terra was in the same boat as him. With the pink haired woman by his side on the media, he’d be able to have the perfect looking life. A life where (your name) would never be endangered or discovered.

Reign had felt terrible distancing himself from her but he had felt so guilty for pretending to be with someone else. It was what his agency wanted for more media coverage. Yet he knew this was all for the best if he wanted enough money to move the two of them far from anyone and everything.

“I’m home-“ silence greeted Reign when he walked into the empty house. His brow furrowing in confusion at the eerie silence. “Hello?”

The blonde male began to walk around the house, his blue eyes narrowing in concern. Where was she? (Your name) always greeted him when he came home.

“(Your name)?” Reign reached her bedroom door, the male reaching a hand up to knock on the smooth, white wood. “I’m home-“

The door creaked open before he could even knock, the male’s blue eyes widening at the sight of a bare room with all of the pictures placed down. The room looked as if it was ransacked in a hurry.

“(Your name)?!” Reign quickly entered the room as his blue eyes began to scan for any sign of his girlfriend. “(Your name)?!”

Reign then began to run room to room as he called out for her.

“(Your name)?! Please answer me!” Reign began to dash to the living room as tears began to gather in his eyes. She couldn’t have left right? Didn’t she know how dangerous it was out there?

The male took a step near the tv, his foot landing on top of the remote, causing the tv screen to light up. A loop of the broadcast from the other day beginning to talk.

‘Today’s broadcast starts off with the news of the blooming relationship between the superhero Hydro and Heroine Terra. The two started off as partners on missions before taking their relationship to the next level! Who knew such chemistry existed between the two?!’

Reign’s eyes widened in shock as he felt his chest tighten. He had forgotten to hide the remote… she wasn’t supposed to know.

Reign choked back a sob as he realized what he had done. Oh god… she left him.

Reign began to freak out. (Your name) had a healing power and that was considered illegal since the hospitals didn’t want any competition. What if she was killed or kidnapped for her powers?

Reign took a deep breath before trying to calm himself. He was going to have to find her and explain everything.

Maybe he’d have to use some of his old skills back when he first had gotten (your name) into his arms… it shouldn’t be hard to hack into the city’s traffic cameras. One of them had to have had caught something of her. He was sure of it.

“Don’t worry, (your name). I’ll find you.”

Light trickled down from a window. It’s bright rays shining on (your name)’s face, the young woman groaning as she began to stir awake. Her brows furrowing at the unfamiliar room she resided in. Where in earth was she?

(Eye color) orbs examined the modern gothic room. The young woman turning her head around to see that the king sized bed was in the center of the room behind the giant windows of a balcony. Green foliage of exotic plants hanging from the ceilings, the giants leaves covering some of the light from the full moon. Long black and red candles sat on shelves on the black walls, illuminating the room in a comforting manner.

“Are you awake?” A deep voice asked, the young woman turning to gaze at the door frame. A tall male with long black hair stood in the doorframe. His red eyes staring at her in adoration. “You’ve been out like a light for almost two days now.”

The male stalked forward slowly like a predator. His red eyes never leaving (your name)’s. A small smile slowly crawling on his plump lips while his eyes became half lidded. The male bending down to sit beside her in the bed.

“You saved my life.” The male then gently grasped her hand in his much larger one, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. “My name is Dante Hawkthorne. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?”

(Your name) blinked a few times in disbelief. The man she had saved was one of the most influential businessmen of the century. Just what on earth was he doing in an alleyway? Could he have been jumped? Or maybe he was doing something sleazy?

(Your name) shook her head to clear her thoughts. It’s not like it was her place to judge him since she was also on the sleazier part of town.

“My name is (your full name).” The young woman gave him a soft smile, causing Dante’s cheeks to blush.

“That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl…” the young man then slowly pulled away from her as he stood up to his full height. “Would you care to have dinner with me?”

(Your name) raised a brow at the arm he offered for her to grab. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge in his offer would it?

“That sounds lovely, Dante.” The male’s breath hitched for a moment before he quickly composed himself.

“How does (favorite meal) sound?” The two began making their way towards the dining hall. Each one exchanging small talk.

Turns out Dante was only three years her senior and he owned a lot of morgues and graveyards in the city. She would’ve never thought he’d be the type involved with the dead so it was pretty interesting to see and hear about.

Yet she couldn’t help but have a deep gut feeling that there was something off about him.

Perhaps it was the way his eyes lingered on her a little too much for comfort or the way he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. His large hands constantly rubbing against hers as they made their way towards the dining hall in the long hallways.

“Are you alright, Dante?” The male simply gave her a soft smile as he stared at her lips intently.

“Yes. I cannot thank you enough for what you did for me back there. Perhaps it has made me enamored with you.”

“Pardon?”

“How do I put this?” Dante tapped a pale finger to his light pink lips before giving her a flirtatious smirk. “You enthrall me.”

(Your name) blinked a few times at the oddly flirtatious male before giving him a nervous smile. She had never been the type of girl who had gotten the attention of men like this before. What on earth was she supposed to do?

“Um… I’m flattered?” A deep chuckle broke her from her nervous thoughts.

“You’re quite cute, miss (your name).” The young woman could only chuckle nervously while she turned her head towards the ground. Hopefully he would let her leave soon after this meal. She really needed to get out of this city as soon as possible.

“Um… thank you.” The young woman perked up at the sight of the long table in the center of the grand, gothic dining hall. “Oh wow. Your home is so lovely.”

(Eye color) orbs gazed intently at the various portraits on the walls. A shiver rolling down her spine when her eyes met one of a young woman that looked eerily similar to herself. And did that painting just blink?

(Your name) nearly jumped out of her shoes at the sudden creak the chair made while Dante pulled it out of place. The brunette giving her a soft smile, as if to reassure her that he only had benevolent intentions towards her.

“Thank you, Dante.” (Your name) gently took a seat. Dante quickly sliding her into her spot before taking a seat beside her.

A group of masked butlers quickly scurried into the room with various bottles of expensive looking liquor in their black gloved hands. Which seemed odd to the young woman that she couldn’t see their face or hands.

“Would you care for some wine? I have all kinds of flavors and colors. Whatever you may like.” Dante smiled, gesturing his hand to all of the bottles the butlers held.

“Oh… I would like some (favorite wine).”

“Excellent choice, my dear.” Dante then snapped his fingers, one of the butlers gracefully walking forward. The red number one reflecting off the black wooden mask on his face. His feet moving in an uncomfortably stiff way that was almost unnatural. It was if the butler was a doll.

With perfect poise, the butler’s posture never grew slack as he poured the (wine color) wine into the glass in front of her. The butler than quickly snapped to attention once the wine was poured, giving the two a low bow.

“Thank you, Henry.” The butler then made his way back to the other line of butlers while another stepped forward to pour a deep red wine into Dante’s cup, the dark haired male giving her a smile. The red number seven was on this butlers head, but that wasn’t what made the hair stand up on the back of (your name)’s neck. It was the fact that she couldn’t see the butler’s eyes, almost as if he didn’t have any.

“(Your name). Are you ready for the meal?” Dante asked the young woman, snapping her from her musings. The young woman giving Dante a nervous smile.

“That sounds lovely.” Dante snapped his fingers. The butlers stepping back to make room for the black masked cooks to make their way towards the couple. The numbers one, two, and three on their masks this time. Yet unlike the butlers, the numbers on their foreheads were a dull yellow rather than a deep red.

The tallest one, three, pushed a golden cart that had two golden covers atop of the golden plates. The shortest one, number one, then perfectly placed the meals in front of the two. Just as stiffly as the butler who had poured their wine into their drinks.

“Thank you.” (Your name) told the butler, who didn’t respond, causing Dante to narrow his eyes.

“She told you thank you, Ayden.” Dante hissed, the cook hurriedly giving the young woman a bow. A smile now in place on Dante’s lips. “Thank you, Ayden.”

The cook with the number two then stepped forward to hand (your name) and Dante a glass of water. The three cooks giving them a curt bow before pushing their golden cart away and back to the kitchen.

(Your name) pulled the lid off, her eye brows furrowing at what lord under the cover… this was (favorite food)… how did Dante know her favorite meal?

“What’s the matter, (your name)? Is the food not to your liking?” Dante asked with furrows brows, the male clenching his fists tightly. “I can ask the cooks to remake it. Is it not (hot/ cold) enough?”

“Oh it’s not that, Dante.” (Your name) gave the dark haired male a reassuring smile, causing him to unclench his fist. “This is my favorite food… it was just interesting on how this is what they served me is all.”

“Oh!” Dante removed the lid on his food to reveal the same meal. “It’s my favorite food as well!”

(Your name) sighed in relief as she took a bite from the meal. This was probably the best she’s ever had of it. “This is delicious, Dante.”

“I only have the best in my home.” Dante smiled, the male then grabbing his glass as he raised it. “A toast to you, my savior.”

(Your name) nervously raised the glass before clinking it with Dante’s. The two taking a swig. The taste was a little off, which may be due to how expensive it looked. But other than that, the wine was excellent.

“Is the wine also to you liking?”

“It’s very good.” Dante smiled as he intently watched (your name) eat her food.

A sudden wave of tiredness swept over the young woman, which was odd.

“Are you alright, (your name)?” Dante asked, his brows furrowing in worry as he rose from his seat.

“Oh I am just a little tired is all.” (Your name) gave Dante a reassuring smile. “It feels terribly rude to be so tired when I’m sharing a meal with you.”

“Nonsense. You can spend the night here.” Dante smiled, causing (your name) to grow goosebumps at the strange look in his eyes. (Your name) raised her hands up while she tried to think of an excuse to leave. Something felt off.

“Oh but I don’t want to be a burden-“ Dante’s hands clasped her.

“Oh what nonsense. You saved my life!” Dante flashed (your name) a charming smile, the young man then rose up from his seat. Dante held out a large, pale hand to her. “I can escort you to your room if you are not comfortable walking alone. Tomorrow I can also arrange a maid or two to prepare a bath for you until you feel better.”

(Your name) hesitantly took Dante’s hand, the young man helping her up from her chair. His red eyes never leaving her form.

Dante snapped his fingers, nodding his head at cook one and two to gather up the plates.

“Perhaps tomorrow, in the morning we could have a nice breakfast in the garden?” Dante smiled, which caused (your name) to nervously giggle. “It’d be like a date-“

“Oh I just got out of a relationship so I’m not sure if I feel comfortable going so fast yet-“ (your name) shivered at the twisted smile that flashed on Dante’s lips for the briefest of moments.

“I’m a patient man, (your name). I can wait.” Dante led her towards her room, his eyes carefully observing her to make sure she didn’t pass out too early. Soon she would be completely in his grasp and assimilated in her new role.

Pale fingers traced circles on (your name)’s smooth skin, the fingers slowly working their way up to her (hair type) locks.

“You’re still so beautiful even after all these years.” Dante smiled dreamily before grasping small section of her hair and brining it to his lips. Dante pressed his soft lips to the hair before taking in a deep inhale of her scent. The male moaning in ecstasy.

How many years has it been since he’s last touched her? Seven? Eight?

The male shivered to himself when (your name) released a soft breath while she slept. Her lips looked so soft… it would be okay if he snuck just a small kiss on her, right?

Dante gulped while his palms began to sweat profusely in anticipation. His teenage self had always dreamed of touching her. Of being with her… of being inside of her.

Dante wanted to be inside her body, mind, and soul. He wanted to be the thought, no, the being that never left her mind. The one she would call out for at night as he pleasured her night after night, day after day. He wanted her to be all of his just like he was always all of hers.

Dante slowly swung his body on top of hers. His form straddling hers while his body looked over hers. His red eyes almost glowing in the dark like a predator of the night.

Dante interlaced his fingers with her hands as he held her hands above her head. His long black locks hanging over his face, the locks tickling her skin.

“I have always loved you… it’s meant to be, (your name)…” Dante then leaned forward, his warm breath fanning her face. His eyes becoming heavy lidded with lust. “You were always so sweet to me… it was so hard to live without you for all these years…”

“But it’s worth all the pain and suffering I had to go through now that we’ve crossed paths again…” Dante released a soft chuckle before leaning his face just an inch from hers. “I wonder if you’ll ever know who I am unless I show you a picture from the past… I wouldn’t mind either way because the face you have now is custom made just for you.”

Dante’s lips then gently pressed against hers. His breathing becoming erratic when he immediately pulled away. His eyes now completely consumed with lust, his hips slowly grinding into hers. A low moan escaping his lips, the male biting them to prevent anymore sounds from leaving him.

“The doctor said the drugs were pretty strong so I could kiss and touch you more… I could kiss and touch you all over.” Dante then pressed his lips to her lips again and again. The young man moving his lips all over her face and shoulder in a sort of worshipping manner. “You’re mine now. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“So won’t you love me more than him now?”

Dante glanced at the clock before sighing at the time. It was almost midnight now. He should probably let her get some rest.

Red eyes took a longing look at her pretty hairs, his eyes flashing with desire yet again.

“I’ll just take a small amount of hair… you won’t even notice.” Dante pulled a knife from his pocket with a smile on his face. “I’ll add it to my collection.”

“Welcome home, (your name).”

“Shit!” Reign hissed as he slammed his fist into the wall of the seedy motel. (Your name) hasn’t returned to her motel room in a few days now. Could something have happened to her?

Reign placed his head in his hands as he sighed in aggravation. It was highly unlikely anyone would have her. If anyone… no, no. It couldn’t possibly be that weirdo from high school… what was his name again?

Dante Noxwell. He was always hovering around wherever (your name) was when they were in school, picking up items she dropped like some sort of pigeon hungry for scraps. He was never a very good looking fellow either with his hunched over back and scarred face.

Yet that never stopped (your name) from being kind to the freak. She always sent a smile his way or laughed at his stupid jokes… Reign knew Dante coveted her. Reign always watched Dante’s red eyes stare at (your name) longingly, almost as if he thought he was worthy of her.

It disgusted Reign to no end. Dante’s eyes, Dante’s smiles, and most of all, his audacity to even breathe the same air as (your name), pissed him off to no end.

No one deserved to be around her, no one but him. Nobody could protect (your name) as well as Reign did. It was Reign’s own fault for being careless and leaving the tv remote in a place she could find it. She just didn’t understand the lengths he had to go through to protect her.

Once he found her though, he would be sure to lock her up even better this time. He had gotten too comfortable with time but he’d have to improve where he failed.

Reign swore to himself he’d never fail (your name) ever again. She would never, ever escape from him again. Never.

Reign stormed out of the room, his head deep in his thoughts. Perhaps he could try Dante’s address… it wouldn’t hurt to try would it?

Reign placed his hand in his pockets. Completely unaware of the security camera focused on him…

(Your name) groaned, the dancing dreams flickering away when her eyes fluttered opened to see the bright sun light that lit up the room. Had she truly passed out?

(Your name) glanced around the room in confusion. How I’m earth did she get back to her room and what was going on?

“Hello-“

The bedroom door creaked open revealing a tall feminine figure. The maid wore a white mask with the number seven on it in pink, entered the room with perfect posture. The door loudly shutting behind her.

The maid gave (your name) a curtsy before grabbing an outfit from the closet beside the bed. Her white gloves were completely spotless and she had such a strange scent to her…

“Oh, you don’t have to-“ (your name)’s eyes widened at all the clothes that were in her size. How on earth did they have her size? “How do you have my size-“

The maid gently handed (your name) the clothes, the young woman grabbing her hand in haste.

“Wait-“ the maid pulled her arm away, the glove slipping off her hand a bit to reveal greenish tinted skin. Alarm bells ringing in (your name)’s head at the sight. “What-“

The maid quickly pulled up her glove before bowing. The maid quickly exited the room, (your name)’s mouth hanging open in surprise.

What on earth was wrong with the maid’s skin?

“Are you decent yet, (your name)?” Dante’s low voice from the other side of the door requested politely. “I’ll escort you to breakfast on the patio personally.”

“Not yet!” (Your name) bit at her nails. The young woman didn’t really want to stay at Dante’s home any longer. Something felt completely off about the place and she did not want to spend a minute longer in here.

(Your name) nervously fidgeted with her hands. She was going to have to sneak out at night in order to get away from him. And hopefully everyone would be asleep by then.

Dante frowned at (your name). He could tell what the young woman was thinking and he didn’t like it one bit. Looks like he’d have to teach her a lesson earlier than expected.

For now, he’s play along. He would treat her like a princess and make sure not to slip up in front of her.

A soft jingle came from Dante's phone, the male quickly looking at the device in annoyance. Yet his expression quickly changed to joy at what he saw.

“Oh what is it, Dante?” (Your name) asked, a fake smile on her pretty lips.

“Oh nothing too crazy…” Dante gave (your name) a bright jovial smile. “Just found out I finally caught the rat in my trap is all. That vermin has been plaguing me for quite some time.”

(Your name) nodded, completely oblivious to what Dante had truly meant. But that was okay. Dante didn’t think she’d like that he had referred to Reign as a rat.

Yet she didn’t know that Dante had purposely put out the wrong address for people to find him at if they looked hard enough. It was always funny to see his enemies in the graveyard they would soon be buried in.

Dante cleared his throat before gleaming at the woman beside him. She had no idea how elated he truly was with this news. One more body to join his collection.

Dante smiled at all of the security footage on his computer screen. His face twisting into a grin as he spotted Reign entering the hotel where (your name) was last seen.

How silly of Reign to not think that Dante would finally have the upper hand this time.

A deep chuckle left Dante’s throat, his eyes turning to the other monitor to see all the angles of (your name)’s bedroom. A dreamy sigh leaving his throat.

“Soon you’ll be all mine. And this time with no interruptions.” Dante leaned his cheek against the screen that showed (your name) sleeping in her bed. The dark haired man gently kissing the screen before releasing a dreamy sigh. “It’ll all go the way it was supposed to the first time.”

(Your name) wandered around the halls, being sure to duck into the corners to avoid being spotted by the workers of the estate.

She had to get out of here as quickly as she could. It just didn’t feel safe anymore. It has already been almost two weeks since she had been trapped in this estate.

Anything was better than being trapped like a bird in a cage again.

(Eye color) eyes peered around the corners to make sure no one would spot her before she crossed over to the other hall. So far, no luck in finding an exit.

Tap. Tap. Tap. (Your name) paused in her steps, her eyes widening at the sight of a masked worker with a blue number, eighteen, on their forehead that strolled adjacent to the hall she was on. The young woman gulping at the rifle strapped to their back. Why on earth would a worker need a rifle?

(Eye color) orbs quickly scanned for a place to hid. A black door sat to her right.

As quiet as a mouse, the young woman tiptoed to the door. Her body shaking in fear of being discovered by the worker.

(Skin color) hands shook as she turned the handle. The woman rushed into the door, the door softly clicking shut behind her. A sigh of relief leaving her throat.

(Your name) turned around and leaned her back against the door. Her (eye color) orbs widening at shock in what the room held.

The room stretched in a barely illuminated hall. A large portrait covered with a red drape sat on the end of the hall as well as a light switch. Each side of the wall appeared to be lined with a pattern of mirrors and portraits of some sort.

What on earth could that possibly be? What were truly on those walls?

Before (your name) could stop herself, her feet wandered forwards towards the covered up portrait. As if she were a piece of metal drawn to a powerful magnet.

She needed to know what was behind that drape. Perhaps it was the truth of this entire situation. Her limbs continued to move on their own. Her hands reaching out to lightly touch the drape that held the portrait.

With a sharp tug, the drape fell to the ground, all the lights turning on in the room to reveal the entire hall. The grotesque face of a boy from her past staring back at her. The scarred up face of her schoolmate stared back at her with his dull red eyes.

“Oh my god…” (your name) took a step back before falling onto her bottom. It all made sense now on why she felt so uncomfortable.

(Your name) then turned to gaze down the lit up hall. Bile riding in her throat at the various portraits of Dante’s face and body changing over the years. Yet it was one that stuck out to her the most…

It was the small picture of Reign that sat in the corner of each portrait. Was Dante trying to be Reign?

(Your name) quickly rose up to her feet. She had to leave. She had to get out of here. It wasn’t safe here. No… it was never safe here.

(Your name) quickly dashed down the hall, only to see one of the guards standing in front of the doorway. A rotting stench coming from him.

“Please move-“ the guard pushed his mask aside to reveal the green skin of a walking corpse. His eyes, nose, and tongue completely missing.

(Your name) screamed loudly as the guard came charging at her. An inhuman snarl leaving the guard’s throat.

But a swift kick came to the guard’s side. Dante standing over the guard with a disgusted look on his face.

“What a useless puppet you are.” Dante then held out his hand, the corpse instantly turning to dust. “He didn’t scare you too much, did he darling?”

(Your name) froze at the familiar nickname. Her whole body convulsing into shivers.

“I’m glad you know who I am now!” Dante smiled brightly as if he hadn’t just turned a corpse to dust a second ago. “We can finally continue where we left off!”

“What are you talking about?” (Your name) whimpered, Dante chuckling. His red eyes shining brightly.

“Well the answer to the letter I sent you all those years ago, darling!” Dante exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. “Unless you didn’t get to read it before that bastard ripped it out of your hands.”

Oh (your name) knew exactly what Dante was talking about. He had written her many, many creepy love letters those years. The dead body of the kitten she used to feed was still fresh into her memory. Dante had claimed he saw Reign had poisoned the kitten due to jealousy and wanted her to give it a proper burial. Yet (your name) didn’t think her ex would do such a horrible thing… right?

But the one he had personally delivered to her was the most simple of all. Dante had asked her to be his girlfriend on his knees in front of the entire school and Reign tore up the confession letter. The blonde then kicking Dante across the head repeatedly.

“I don’t know if I can give you an answer-“

“Darling. Baby! You’ve had seven years to think!” Dante’s expression changed to match his frustration with (your name)’s difficulty. “And I had seven years to adjust my appearance to your tastes. Do you know how busy I was over these years? How many diet plans and how much exercise I pushed myself through just to become the perfect man for you?”

Dante ripped the front of his shirt to show her his chisels physique. “This body was made specifically for you! I know you’ve always liked the pretty type-“

“I-I am flattered, but we just met again-“

“I’m sure you could love me now that I don’t look like what I used to.” Dante interrupted, his large hands holding hers tightly. “I had a hard time finding these parts to use over the years but I only got the best! Just for you! I almost gave up when I couldn’t find you again. My puppets weren’t efficient enough, I guess.“

(Your name) furrowed her brows at his words, a shiver rolling down her line. What did he mean?

“What-“

“Oh you didn’t know did you?” Dante chuckles before holding out his hand, a large number of workers walking up to the door. “My ability is that I can control the dead.”

(Your name) shuddered as she watched the workers removed their masks to reveal the green skinned monsters she had seen a little while ago. So everyone here was undead?

“See? I think I can keep you safe better than Reign can! He locked you away so well for all these years. I couldn’t find you like I used to be able to!” (Your name) felt as if she went numb. Could Reign have been insane as well? Did her ex truly lock her away from the world.

“Don’t worry! I can do everything he can do but better!” Dante exclaimed with a bright smile. “I just love you so much!”

“Dante-“ Dante’s hands quickly grasped hers. His red eyes staring intently into hers.

“You saved me just like you always used to. Its destiny. Can’t you see?” Dante then pressed his lips to her forehead, his body shivering at the contact. “I can love you so much more than Reign can and I make so much more money than him. I could provide for you-“

“Dante, it’s okay-“

Dante suddenly pressed his lips against (your name)’s, his soft lips turning into a smile at the contact. The male slowly pulling away.

“I could give you so much more than he can.” Dante then wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her onto his lap. His manhood slowly grinding into hers. “I could… I could please you… whatever you want. I’ll do-“

“But I want to leave-“ Dante pulled (your name) in for another kiss. His tongue forcefully entering her mouth hole his hands began to grab every bit of flesh he could on her body. A strong of saliva connecting the two when he pulled away again.

“You can’t. You can’t ever leave me again.” Dante buried his head into the crook of her neck. “I’ll go insane. I won’t be able to live again without you. Please just stay, just stay with me. I’ll make you happy.”

“Dante I’d be happier outside-“ a sharp prick interrupted (your name)’s words. Her eyes widening at Dante’s twisted smile.

“No. You can’t leave again…no. I won’t let you.” (Your name) could feel her body going limp, Dante quickly pulling her into his arms.

“I promise to love you more than he ever could. I promise you. I’ll keep you safe.”

(Your name) felt her vision going dark, her eyes fluttering in and out of consciousness. Fear consuming her entire being at the last words she heard from Dante before going into a dreamless sleep.

“He’ll be taken care of shortly. No more interruptions this time.”

What on earth could he possibly mean by that?

Reign stood in front of a grave yard in confusion. This couldn’t possibly be Dante’s address could it?

Reign strolled forward. His brows furrowing in thought, unaware of the many eyes that followed his every movement.

Reign sighed before walking up to the mausoleum in annoyance. Something felt off to him. Almost as if he was missing something.

Reign froze when he heard a crunch behind him. The blonde quickly spun around to come face to face with a dark haired man.

“Who are you?” Reign asked, his brows furrowed in confusion and fear. Why was a man in the middle of a graveyard?

“You know who I am very well, Reign.” The male chuckled before slowly walking towards Reign. A twisted smile on his lips. “You used to make my life a living hell everyday after all.”

“No… you can’t possibly be…” Reign couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was no way the man in front of him was Dante. He was far too beautiful to be the hunched back boy he used to bully. “Dante?”

“In the flesh, or at least what is left. I sort of killed that old Dante off years ago.” Dante chuckled, his red eyes meeting Reign’s shocked blue ones. “That boy was far too weak and too helpless to stop you back then. But now… ever since I got my powers. I can easily stop you.”

Reign held out a hand to blast water at Dante, only for arms to shoot out from the ground and grab his arms and feet. Reign screamed at the sight of all the undead monsters below him. The blonde thrashing to escape but to no avail.

“Why don’t we chat for a bit, Reign? We have lots of catching up to do after all.” Dante smiled before a chair made of bones rose up from the ground for him to sit on. “You are supposedly supposed to defeat me after all. Nox is a good villain name, don’t you think?”

“You’re sick. How could you kill so many people-“ a twisted laugh interrupted Reign. Reign’s eyes widening in fear at the feral look on Dante’s face.

“I’m sick? Then what are you? A saint?” Dante stood from his chair, the tall male grabbing Reign’s jaw to stare him directly in the eye. “You killed too for her you know. And hurt. And bullied. I was merely searching for her is all. I even tried to find her in other people but to no avail…”

Dante let go of Reign’s chin to reach into his coat pocket. His pale hand holding out a strand of (hair color) hair in front of the blonde. Reign’s breath hitching in fear and anger.

“What did you do to her… what did you do to her?!”

Dante laughed as he began to taunt the blonde with the locks of hair. “Oh nothing yet. I’m merely trying to have her warm her heart up to me. The Stockholm syndrome merely hasn’t set in yet. But she’ll be set for life if she gives into it.”

Dante placed a hand to his cheek as he let out a lovesick sigh. “She’ll be such a beautiful bride. I did so much work trying to make everything perfect for her… the perfect looking husband, the perfect home, and… a lot of money. I could provide for her and maybe even a small family if she’d allow me the pleasure!” Dante gave Reign a mischievous smirk. “Something you could’ve easily have had if you hadn’t slipped up. Thank you for that by the way. Her and I have been reunited at last… I promise to take good care of her-“

A glob of spit hit Dante’s cheek, causing Dante to sigh in annoyance. Dante wiped the spit off his cheek in distaste before glaring at Reign.

“Tch. Seven years and you still haven’t learned proper manners. A shame.”

“Go to hell.” Reign snarled, his blue eyes glowering at Dante in hatred.

“I’ll see you there in a few years then.”

“I’m going to save her from you!” Reign snarled, the blonde thrashing in the undead’s cold grasp. “I will get her back-“

Dante gave Reign a sadistic smile, causing the blonde to freeze up.

“Sorry. I don’t plan on giving you the same luxury you gave me all this years ago when you beat me to a pulp in front of the entire school.” Dante began to shush the blonde’s tears in a teasing manner. “Shhhh. You’ll be among the dead soon. And I will be the only victor from this.”

“But… heroes always-“

“Oh but who ever said you were a hero?” Dante teased. “Heroes would never do the things you do. You could’ve moved on like a normal person but just like a rat, you’re always digging into places you shouldn’t be. A pity.”

Dante snapped his fingers, a large army of the undead crawling out from their graves like grotesque puppets.

“Kill him.” Dante then walked away, the sound of Reign’s screams filling the graveyard. A sound that came to a sudden halt, almost as if it had never even happened.

“What a shame. I was really hoping for something more… climatic to our reunion.” Dante muttered to himself before turning back. “But I do truly think she’d come to love me more.”

Dante snapped his finger, a reanimated Reign crawling towards him. A sinister smile crawling on his lips. “Don’t you think I’m more suited for (your name), Reign?”

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