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dilfartist · 2 years

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Date night

TW: cryptic pregnancy, murder, yandere tendencies, yandere, abuse, manhandling, dark themes.

Paring: Yandere Risotto x reader

"What did you name her?"

A baritone voice reverberated throughout the hushed hospital room. A knot forms in your abdomen. Your eyes travel from your sleeping daughter to the entrance of your hospital room. Leaning against the door frame is your former boyfriend. Risotto Nero. Your once soft smile twisted into a scowl. Instinctively, you hold your daughter close. Even the thought of her being near such a nasty man, made you feel sick. "What are you doing here, Risotto?" you asked in a quiet hostile tone. If it weren't for the sleeping child in your arms, you'd be screaming at the man in front of you. Risotto's rare, soft, smile falters. Lifting himself off the frame, he crosses his arms. "I'm here to support our family. Is that a problem with you?"

You scoff in disbelief. Risotto dares to say he'd be a part of your child's life with the occupation he has. How could he neglect your feelings as well? The image of that night is still fresh in your mind; The echoing pleas from the man he assassinated in cold blood, the sound of his neck being sliced open, the crimson blood coating your apartment walls. The scene replays in your mind every day, especially when Risotto noticed your presence. The callous expression etched on his handsome face, still gives you goosebumps.

"Yes, Risotto, it is a problem with me." you raised your voice. The child in your arms squirmed for a minute, reminding you she was in your arms. You rocked her back and forth; to comfort the both of you. The truth was, you planned on leaving for another country, to leave Risotto. Unfortunately, you had a cryptic pregnancy and your water broke before you could board your flight. "If I knew I was pregnant, I'd make sure to leave before you knew of her existence. After all, her father is a murderer," you spoke bitterly. Risotto glared, "You and I both know you weren't supposed to witness the event that happened that night. If it weren't for me, that man would have killed you." "oh, and who was the reason for him targeting me?" you replied snarkily. Risotto merely sighed at the comment, "It seems you need time to yourself. Once you're ready, we'll become a family."

That was the last you had heard from him in four long months.

It felt like luck was on your side ever since then. You found yourself a job that paid a good amount to support you and your child - Though you couldn't comprehend the purpose they paid you more than they paid your colleagues. You managed to rent an apartment, a beautiful one at that. Now that you were back on your feet, you felt alone. Empty even. You wanted a partner. You expressed your loneliness to one of your work companions. They were quick with a solution. They'd set you up with their cousin. From the pictures provided, he was extremely attractive, and many stories depicted him as a Saint. However, You reluctantly declined the offer, telling them you couldn't leave your daughter. You didn't feel safe leaving her with someone else. Your coworker told you they'd be up for the job. They wanted you to have fun. You thought about the offer for a while, unsure of the answer you'd give. After a couple of days, you realized you had been overworking yourself. You needed a break. So, you called your friend. They agreed to watch your daughter; the good thing is they didn't even want money.

That week, on Friday, you entered a known fancy restaurant. The restaurant the date was scheduled to be. The restaurant reminded you of times you and Risotto went out to dinner together. The air smelt fresh, and the dim crystal chandler's lighting created both a beautiful sight and the marble floors gleamed. "Excuse me." a voice called from the side. You glanced over. A man wearing an expensive suit waved your way, "you're y/n, right?" You nod. You sit in front of the man and greet him. You and the man start a conversation, talking about your jobs, recent events, favorite things, etc. During the conversation, you couldn't help but focus on the man's features. The man had long, Luscious, curly dark hair. Green emerald eyes. And pale smooth skin. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Agapeto." you introduced yourself as well. As the date continued, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. Where were they? You couldn't figure out where they were.

"Sorry to interrupt. What can I get for you? A blonde, tall, male server asks, holding a notepad and pencil. You order your favorite meal and Agapeto orders Spaghetti Alla Carbonara. While the sever writes down the orders, you can feel his judging eyes observing you. "I'll be back." he instantly leaves.

Prosciutto walks into the restaurant's kitchen. "Hey, Big brother, how'd it go?" Pesci greets Prosciutto while straining noodles. "What are you doing?" Prosciutto asks, already catching an attitude with Pesci. Pesci flinches slightly, "well, since we killed the chefs back here, I thought It would be smart to make the food. Y'know, So, there's no suspicion from the customers." Prosciutto rolled his eyes. " Where is Risotto?" "He's watching that girl and guy from a different table."

Prosciutto left the kitchen, searching for Risotto. Risotto sat in the back of the restaurant. His spot wasn't too noticeable and he could see a perfect view of you and your date. Prosciutto walks over to the larger man, "Here." Prosciutto slides the notepad to Risotto. On the notepad was written, "For certain, it's a date. Nothing to do with work." in red pen.

Risotto scowled, "I see." Risotto had hoped you would just be discussing business with the man. After all, you were on a break. You weren't split up. Standing up, he folded the paper, placing it in his pocket. "I'll be at the hideout. After their date, bring them both to me. Be gentle with the woman." Risotto left from the back, to ensure you didn't catch a glimpse of him.

Thirty minutes into the date you and Agapeto were giggling, telling jokes, and having a great time in general. Agapeto was almost finished with his meal, and so were you. Agapeto sipped the rest of his wine before speaking; he pulled the glass away from his lips, "I hope this date was to your liking. I tried hard." You felt flattered by how much effort he made to please you, "I've actually enjoyed this date. If you like we could go out again." The man blushed at the thought, "Yeah. I'd love to take you out again." After paying for the food, Agapeto walked you to your car. It had to be eight or nine o'clock since it was almost pitch black outside. You and Agapeto arrived at the car shortly. "Thank you for tonight. I needed some fun." you thanked Agapeto. Agapeto chuckled, "of course. I've also been searching for some fun."

You climb inside and situated yourself, placing your purse to the side. For a while, you sat inside the car relaxing. You were extremely exhausted from today's events. When you got home, you'd have a relaxing bath ready with: bath salt, scented candles, music, and wine. You sighed dreamily, already feeling the warm tub water toasting your skin. You started the car with a whir, bringing the car to life. Something urged you to glance at the rearview mirror before you left. Listening to your gut you glanced at the rearview mirror. To your horror, a pair of eyes stared back at you. You open your mouth to scream, but the person in the back quickly covered your mouth and nose with a wet cloth. You fought with the person, clawing at their hands, even as your vision faded to black. You fought until you couldn't.

When you awoke, you found yourself laying on a leather couch. You, drowsily, lifted yourself to examine the setting around you. The room was dingy; the only sound audible was the annoying sound of the air conditioning. A computer was set in the corner next to a shelf of books. You had no idea where you were.

"I'd never expect you to be a disloyal person, Y/n." Risotto seethed from behind you, startling you. You turned to face Risotto, "What the hell Risotto! Where am I?! What are you talking about?! Where is my daughter?!" You fumed. Suddenly, Risotto hoisted you off the couch by your hair. You shrieked as he tugged on your hair. "Did I tell you to talk?!" Gripping your hair, he slammed your body to the floor. You immediately wailed in pain. Risotto positioned his shoe against your throat, deliberately, yet quickly, applying more pressure, making it difficult to breathe. "We haven't been together for four months and you're already opening your legs for another man?!" You sobbed harder than before. "I'm sorry, Risotto. P-Please! I can't breathe!" you wheeze a plead. You blabbered many apologies, crying hysterically.

Risotto raised his shoe off of your neck. "Tell me. And maybe I'll spare you from punishment." You took a minute to inhale the air that left your body. "I'm sorry, Risotto! I shouldn't have! I shouldn't have raised my voice at you or gone on the date! Just, please, Risotto, don't hurt me!" you collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Risotto knelt to your side, his calloused fingers gently grabbing your chin to look up at him. "stop crying so much. it hurts me to see you sad, don't you know?" Risotto let you lay in his lap. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear until your crying died down. Risotto played with a strand of your hair, "I don't like punishing you, y/n. Truly. But you forced my hand." he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You sniffled, hugging him.

Picking your shaky body up, bridal style, Risotto placed you on the couch. “Stay here,” he commanded, leaving the room. When Risotto came back, in his arms was your child. “You won't leave me for another man, Y/n. I'll make sure of it.” Risotto sat next to you, handing you the child in his arms. “It would be a shame to kill our child over her mother's stupidity, wouldn't it?” Little did you know, it was just a threat. Risotto would never hurt his daughter. But he knew you would listen if it meant keeping your daughter safe. You whimpered, realizing you’d never be free.

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