last flowers | rohan/reader

10。hyacinth

a/n: *busts in 4 years later with an update* ayyy what's up lol
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[Name] knew better than to go where she said she'd be. Then again, she'd been foolish enough to fall into Rohan's hands, so she doubted her common sense had any sense at all, really.

She grabbed her suitcase and walked as fast as possible away from the mangaka's house, and despite a few choice words, he didn't try to stop her from leaving. For that, she was grateful. He'd crossed boundaries even if she was attracted to him, the nonsense supernatural hold he had over her mind dissipated and her foggy head finally cleared. He was weird, and somehow in possession of power she couldn't understand, but that wasn't grounds for arresting him. Then again... Was the first time she tried arresting him even worth it? Did she exercise her judgement correctly? [Name]'s thoughts were bombarded with self-doubt.

Was I even a good cop before this?

Praise wasn't common in the field. Nor was it in her daily home life, but that's to be expected when you live on your own. She could reward herself with positive reinforcement all she wanted, but it meant little when it didn't come from another person. Maybe that's why she gave in so easily to someone who gave her attention.

[Name] strolled the streets of Morioh listlessly with her suitcase in tow. She didn't want to go back to her original hotel just yet, worried about the loneliness she might feel cooped up in her room as usual. The summer heat made her pacing more uncomfortable to bear, but she had nothing else she could do. Passing pedestrians' glances were enough to satisfy her social desires, for now. The sun was on the brink of setting, and she hoped the gradient of orange and magenta would help heal her tarnished heart, but it made no difference.

Her feet began to move on their own, it seemed. She'd turned herself back around without a thought, headed in the same direction she'd come from: Rohan's. Her legs wouldn't budge in changing the route. The full awareness that she was unable to control her body's direction was causing her chest to pound with anxiety. Her breathing was shallow and breath was shortening as she speed-walked back to Rohan's house. She must've looked like she was running from someone after her; but she was unwillingly going back to him.

Why? Why?

The tears bursting from her eyes couldn't be held back any longer. The front steps to Rohan's house made her legs shake, yet she couldn't stop taking each stair one at a time, no matter how much she tried to resist mentally. The officer tried to hold her hand back from rapping on the door, but the weakly clenched fist still did the job. His distant footsteps could be heard approaching. She'd felt betrayed by him, but it stung far more to have your own body against you.

"Yes?" He looked like he'd just showered. The artist wore a loose pair of pajama pants, and decided against the shirt. The temperature outside justified it. She loathed that she couldn't bury the attraction she had.

"What is wrong with me?" She managed to choke out between sobs. Rohan rolled his eyes. She'd collapsed to her knees, and he held his arms out to assist her in standing again. [name] took his arms hesitantly. He was the only one who would have answers, wasn't he? Rohan pulled the woman up and into an unwelcome embrace. She didn't want it. She didn't. She had to convince herself of it.

He spoke into her hair.  "There's nothing wrong with you that I haven't inflicted." Rohan felt her body shaking against his. It instilled a weird excitement in him that he couldn't help but recognize from the first time he'd written in her with Heaven's Door. Her fear was raw, real, and he was in control of it.

She'd cower at his command. It was, after all, for [name]'s safety.

a/n continued: hi hello how are you! this is short i know but i'm gonna continue it. i just polished what i had leftover from 2017 (wtf) because i rewatched part 4 and i'm in love with rohan again. i promise on my cats life i will do this. i will write. please hold me to it. show up to my apartment and threaten me i do not care. we are doing this!!!!  (we are doing this but i also don't have any plans for where it's going!!!!!!)