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(𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑) 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃

EVER SINCE THAT night where you "confessed" to each other, you've been going on more dates, starting your second phase of your whole plan. Thinking back on it, you both would've considered you guys giving in to your inner desires a moment of weakness.

It was embarrassing to think about.

But at least you could start manipulating and lure each other like you always did with victims you found physically good looking to some degree. There was always something rewarding in winning a pretty person's heart, making them feel special and later breaking it severely by soaking everything in while they died by your hands. It was the highest form of ecstacy you both killers felt after having planned all of that - it was incomparable with your other "casual" kills.

At your workplace you both would mildly interact as if you weren't dating, Howl's students having caught on since they were big fans of yours and had always wanted for their ship to sail. You wanted to keep your relationship low-key during work to seem more professional and Howl especially didn't want the other professors or the principal to view him differently or see him slack off because he now had a hot girlfriend. He loved his job, so he couldn't just fuck everything up after having worked so hard for years to be where he was now because of his precious diamond worth of a murder victim.

Outside of work, you'd go shopping, eating at different places together, visiting other sites which were common for couples. Due to your two's abilities to act phenomenally and to pretend to be whatever you wanted to be, having trained this your whole lives as sociopaths, this whole thing almost felt too real to you.

Yeah, whenever you'd hold hands with Howl, he'd rub his thumb along your knuckles, a detail which would unnecessarily have your stomach constantly deal with butterflies swarming in it. Or when he he'd come behind you as you would make food for you both and he'd place his large hands on your hips, planting a few kisses along your neck, making you bite your lower lip at the feeling and remember the time when he protected you from that male café cashier who was flirting with you inappropriately and he touched you with that skilled hand of his on your hip, driving you insane.

Or when he spoke to you so gently like no other man you had "dated" in your life. His deep and soothing voice always made you calm down even when highly stressed - like honey aiding with a sore throat. The way he would never tear his ocean eyes away from you whenever you spoke to him, feeling truly heard by him, as if you were a song he knew he would never get sick of listening to. He had that effect you couldn't explain. It left you split, confused.

On one side you'd actually like this feeling he'd pour water on to let it bloom further within you yet made you angry since it was distracting you from the actual mission you had ever since you had laid your eyes on him in that bar.

Howl, on the other hand, would find himself staring at you without realising as you went about your daily work, whether it was washing the dishes, focused on your tasks as a librarian or simply sitting next to him on the couch, watching TV. He felt drawn to you for no reason almost, nearly making him believe that it was a natural reaction to you that was programmed within him. For some odd reason, he just admired you while doing the most mundane tasks. The way your gentle hands would scrub the plates clean, some strands of your (h/c) hair falling in front of your face, plump lips blowing them away from your gorgeous features. God, why did his heart always have to speed up by just watching you do that?