𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Yandere Pariston x Reader

Top! Pariston

Bottom! Y/N

Author: trash_writings(on ao3)

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You inhale deeply once, then slowly release the breath. Your hands tremble as you grab the two bags you've managed to stuff full of things you may need, but your conscious starts to weigh on you. Realizing that these bags, and even the contents in them, are not yours. You scan your closet before sitting on the floor.

None of this is mine. It's all gifts.

Shaking your head to clear it, you ignore that startling realization. Who cares if you didn't pick these things out yourself? They are yours now, they are for you, you can take them. You collect your thoughts and grab the bags, slinging one over each shoulder. Your nervousness is still prevalent, but the desire to be free again burns within you. This is your chance.

The metal door handle is cold when your fingers first clasp it, making you stop for a second. All the times you've tried to leave without permission flash before your eyes making you want to step back and go unpack your small bags.

Would he be sad?

Would he really care if he came home and you were gone?

You're unsure of how long you're lost in thought, it could have been hours for all you knew. You hated how scared you felt. You hated how badly you wanted to turn around and go wait for him to come home and fall back into your nightly routine. Making him a drink after he walks in, taking his coat to hang it up with his others, and then cooking for him.

However, those small domestic actions were never enough to get a kind word from him. He was cruel, and you knew it. Deep down inside of you, you knew how he truly was and you couldn't hate him. You knew you deserved better, despite the love you felt for him. You wanted to be treated better. You wanted more. You needed more.

One deep breath. Then another. One more... you turn the door handle and swing the door open slowly.

"Oh, hello there!" The little confidence you had left comes crashing down. Pariston stands before you, basically glowing in your eyesight.

"W-welcome home." Your voice trembles as you instinctively step back letting him pass into his apartment. He strolls in confidently, and your eyes drop to the floor. You never greet him at the door, let alone with two bags slung on the back of your shoulders. You drop them immediately and hope he says nothing of it. Maybe you could play it off as you were going out to donate something. Maybe... just maybe.

"(Y/n)?" Pariston turns to you holding out his suit jacket. You take it instinctively before going to the coat closet. As you close the closet door and turn you notice Pariston bent over inspecting the packed bags. You slip past him and go to the kitchen to prepare his favorite after-work drink.

Glancing at the clock you notice it's two hours earlier than when he normally returns. Why the one day you had planned to leave had he returned home? It's almost as if he knew you planned it.

Absurd, how would he know. It's not like there's cameras in the apartment. That would be silly.

You push those intrusive thoughts away and pour the dark liquor over the ice cubes in his glass. Setting it down on the small tray with a folded napkin you carry it into the living room to place the tray on the coffee table near his seat on the couch. He sat peacefully reading through some documents with one leg crossed over the other, just like any other day.

He picks up the drink without having to look where it is, he knew you'd place it where his hand would naturally reach. As he sips on the drink you glance over at the bags you'd left on the floor by the door. He'd not even opened them as you had expected. A sigh of relief escapes your body, he wasn't mad... for now at least.