His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter thirty eight

You sensed his presence before you had even opened your eyes. Your muscles were taught with the strain of adrenaline that had clouded your brain and caused your body to shut down in defence. You were swimming around in the pool of darkness behind your eyelids, knowing that he was sitting to the right of your crumpled body. You didn't want to open your eyes, your body feeling heavy and exhausted and tired and you couldn't bring yourself to do it, couldnt bring yourself to move...

But the sounds and shadows behind your eyelids became clearer as you slowly began to drag yourself back from unconsciousness. However along with your newfound awareness came a sudden, searing pain in your leg.

You sat up with a wild gasp, panting and fighting for air as your eyes darted around to room, terrified. The images of the crumbling walls were blurred, but the sight of Feitan, sitting cross legged, completely naked and half hard next to you, retained in your mind. Both of his hands were delicately holding the handle of a small blade as he brought it up to his lips, flicking the tip of his tongue out to lap up the drying blood that coated the dagger. His eyes found yours and you watched in the dancing firelight as he slowly, purposefully, laid the blade flat against his extended tongue and dragged it downwards, varnishing his pink tongue with the reddish tinge that he had extracted from your leg.

Your leg.

Gaels of pain swept up your leg as you swung your head down to inspect the damage.

"Feitan Porter"

The carved name was still an open wound and you could see the moist, fleshy tissue under the deep cuts, each stroke deep, purposeful, forceful and intended. It was a brand. The bruised skin was coated with dried blood, making you wonder how long you were out. The cuts would scar, and would be a lifelong reminder of the man who sat inches away from you. You stared at the wound, not realising that you had began to cry until a tear fell directly into one of the cuts and you winced. You couldn't take your eyes off your leg. It spread from the top of your thigh to just scraping above your knee, slanted and messy and redrawn over and over and painful.

He brought his hand up to your leg. You could see it. But you weren't registering anything as you stared in horror at his seal. He hovered a long, dirty finger delicately above the cuts, outlining the spell of his name but never once making contact. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end at the unexpected gentleness of his almost-contact.

"Beautiful" you heard him whisper just above his breath.

You pulled your wide eyes up to him, finding that he was solely focused on the task of re-outlining his name, the mark forever cast deep into your thigh as a brand of ownership. He had loved the tears that poured down your face, the wails of agony that were more real in that moment than he had ever heard before. Because it wasn't just physical pain, but emotional too. He had broken the months of trust that had built between the pair of you, and the hours of deep relief that you had obviously felt when you two had been reunited. He broke you, and the thought almost made a chuckle erupt from his throat.

Almost.

But this was no laughing matter.

He had claimed you.

No one else was ever allowed to touch you the way he had. You belonged entirely to him.

He needed you to know that you were never allowed to run away from him again.

Never to disobey him again.

You are the first and only thing he would ever love.

And he showed you this.

Your eyes searched the top of his head, as though the sweaty mass of hair would offer you any sort of consolation. He felt your eyes on him, burning through his head. He felt the waves of ferocious anger, confusion and betrayal without even having to look at you. He smirked, although there was no way you could see it. But he wanted you to, he wanted you to know that he had won this little game of cat and mouse, the challenge he had first posed to you, back in your first encountered each other.

He had broken you.

All that was left was to show you how shattered he had left you.

And so, he raised his head, slowly, maliciously. You watched as the smouldering fire cast light onto more and more of his face. The slight bumps of his forehead, the dark eyebrows that sculped his features, the long stretches of eyelashes. Next, as you watched, stilled into silence, you had expected to see those deep grey eyes that you had memorised the patterns of months ago.

Instead you were met with a death stare. Eyes so cold you instantly froze as you found his gaze. Blood shot rims circled black irises that burned with such fierce hostility, you dared not breathe. You could see the smirk now, plastered clear and proud across his face.

You knew. You knew it wasn't him anymore. How could it be.

Was all this a game to him? These months of pining and love and comfort and distress all for this? For a fucking challenge? It couldn't be. No. How... when had things changed? Was it when I ran away? Was it when I stopped him from completing his mission? Or was it before that? Was all of this never real in the first place? When I bet him that I couldn't be broken? No...

But it wasn't any of those things. You see reader, Feitan had fallen in love with you. Into a deep, soul wrenching, painful love. A love so intense that it had in fact broken him. Because he didn't know how to love. And the boundaries between love and lust, companionship and possession, want and need had been blurred. He loved you so strongly it was wrong. He lost his mind over you. The primal need to have you had lead him to lose sight of you as his partner, and instead, you became his. Something he needed to protect with his life. A thing he had been craving his entire life without realising it. And once he got a taste of you, he vowed to himself that he would never lose you. You belonged to him, and no one else.

You would always belong to him.

You would remain just like this, in this exact moment, young and perfect and his.

So, He did what he had to do, to ensure that you would be his forever

A/N:

Wow ... Um... hi?
Two months - lolz my mental health really said nope :)
I'm sorry for the long absence but thank yall for being patient! We have one more chapter and an epilogue!
Dun dun dunnn...

Have fun and stay safe!
Kitty xx