𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄... | !! miya chinen !!

ep. 6

tw: non-consensual touching. (remember, this, as well as many of my stories, will have many dark themes)

"hello mother... hello father" she spoke softly, feeling an angst feeling burning in her chest. "eye contact." the adult raised their voice, making the young girl's anxiety to get even worse. she lifted her head and made eye contact with her mother and father, seeing an unfamiliar man beside them, smirking at the young.

"go upstairs and change into something nice, you have a special visit." she moved her head towards the tall man beside her, making it clear to (y/n) that he was the 'special visit' she was talking about.

"oh there's no need for that, i like how she looks in her school uniform" what. in. the. actual. fuck. (y/n) froze in her spot, trying to avoid eye contact with the perverted man as much as possible.

her mother just smiled softly at the man and looked over at her daughter, her expressionless face filling in her facial features. "no problem, mr. ainosuke. now (y/n), why don't you be a lady and show your future husband where the dinner table is and get comfortable, your father and i will be there shortly"

(y/n) clutched the bottom of her skirt and bit her bottom lip. just as she opened her mouth ready to object, her thoughts stopped her from doing so. 'they'll love you if you agree. you have to. it's for your own good.' she lifted her head once more and nodded slightly. "yes, mother." she whispered.

"great. go on then" her mother gave (y/n) a smile, clearly forced and fake. (y/n) looked away from the three adults and started walking towards the dinner table, the blue-haired man following behind her, clearly enjoying how (y/n) looked in her uniform. fucking disgusting.

the young girl sat at her assigned seat ever since she was a little kid. the man who she heard was called 'mr. ainosuke' sat next to her. she had her eyes fixed on the top of the smooth table, her reflection looking back at her. on the other hand, mr. ainosuke was looking right at her, entertained at how much emotions she could be going through at this very moment.

"so, (y/n)..." his voice clearly directed towards her, made her tense up. she gulped in nervousness. how pathetic. how could she turn into such a submissive piece of shit with this man? that was not her character at all. she was fierce, blunt, and never liked being timid. the only exception was her parents of course, but now a strange man she was forced to have a future with? how weak can you be (y/n)?

"oh my, i see you tensed up, dear. what's on your mind?" he reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder, making the girl gasp at his touch. his smirk only widened at how weak she was in front of him. 'how pathetic' he thought to himself.

"n-nothing of importance..." that was all she was able to let out a small whisper, loud enough for him to hear. 'really (y/n)? now you're stuttering, how more idiotic can you be?'

her hands clenched together into fists and looked to the side away from him, only for her face to be facing his as he pulled her attention by having his pointer and thumb holding her chin. "now, dear, you need to show your future husband some respect, don't you think? we are meant to be after all" his breath hit her face.

(y/n) tried to turn away from him, only for his grip on her face to become stronger. she let out a sob that he found absolutely adorable, knowing how trapped she felt in his own hands. "aren't you happy that we will be bonded for life? huh beautiful wife of mine?" she clenched her first even more, her nails digging into her skin as some blood was oozing out of the cuts, but the pain wasn't her main focus right now.