Illusory Sense | Yandere! Venti x Reader

Blissful Guilt

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Every string was born to sing, to make its way to those loving hands that give it such soulful caress. Venti's joyous instrumental and sweetly sensuous pleased your ears, the musical vibrations synchronized with your youthful soul.

No more the lost, yet the found, attracted to the sound of heaven. You hummed along with his tunes and cuddled closer to his chest, seeking the warmth of his body in this cold weather.

Your humming eventually ceased, but you continued to enjoy the strums of his lyre filling the air.

It had been already five days since you'd awakened, and you already explored every area except for one.

"Hey, Venti..."

The said male hummed at you and stopped playing his instrument, the harmony faintly vanishing in the breeze. He tipped his head in puzzlement and watched you pull your knees close to your chest.

You seemed troubled, which was nothing new. However, this was different. You fiddled with your fingers and the ribbon tied to your hair. At times, you shyly glanced at him, becoming a jittery and blushing mess whenever he caught you.

It actually amused him. He wondered, while observing, whether should he ask or leave you to ponder in your perplexed thoughts. "What's wrong?" he asked, taking your hand gently.

"Oh— ah... I-I was just wondering about something..." you murmured absently, shifting your gaze to the green orb hanging at his hip. He placed his hands gently on the side of your face, lifting your chin to look at him in the eyes.

"You can tell me." You stared back at each other for what seemed like hours until you finally dropped your gaze. "Can you take me to the tower...?" Your voice was softer now, less sure.

You looked back up at him; a gentle flush of pink had arisen on your cheeks that made you look vulnerable. He held his breath as you leaned close and tentatively pressed your lips to his.

"Please?" He couldn't explain the sense of innocence he felt from you. The way your brows were furrowed on your temple, your eyes shining as you begged, and how you bit your lower lips unintentionally stirring something deep within him.

He reluctantly tore his eyes and looked over your shoulder before pulling you close to him. He was hesitant to comply with your request.

It troubled him further that you were using other tactics for him to give in. Since when did you use allurement just for him to listen to you? He won't lie, he really loved it and he would do anything for you. He was already succumbing to your charms and your breath tickled his ears as you wrapped your arms over his shoulder.

"Oh, fine," he grumbled in defeat, but his heart softened when he saw the childlike joy light up your face. You hoisted yourself up and smoothed down your dress, erasing the wrinkles that formed.

You were excited and nervous to finally see what the world looked like after the war. Your previous home, the tower that once belonged to your father, it scared you if it would bring you horrible memories.

Decarabian was misunderstood. You knew he only wanted to protect you and the citizens inside to be safe from the raging blizzards of the King of the North. Your hand instinctively searched for your emblem to calm your racing heart. It was the only memento you have of him, yet no matter how many times you've reached your back to find it, you don't feel the orb brushing your skin.