𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Chapter 6: Yandere Chrollo x Reader [Exodus]

Top!Chrollo

Bottom!Y/N

Author: ddarkerdreams (on ao3)
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Tonight commemorates an important milestone.

You don't know if you'd call this outing a "celebration", the somberness of your mood presenting a stark contrast to the festive label. Reclaiming authority over your own life shouldn't have been a necessity in the first place. To take pleasure in having autonomy again feels surreal, invoking a bitterness within you that can never be sated. Nothing serves as a permanent solution in making you feel better. Distractions, all of them, fleeting as the wind that carries you from one city to the next.

The glass in front of you is empty, your throat burning from finishing it off. It's late -- around midnight, last time you checked -- you should be heading out by now. Staying in one location longer than necessary is unwise. This prepaid card should have just enough to cover your tab for the night, if you've been keeping track properly. The man who's been chatting you up for the past thirty minutes pauses when he sees you reaching for your wallet.

"Oh, don't worry about that," he chuckles, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. "My treat?"

It's a welcome enough invitation. "Ah... if it's not too much a bother."

He shakes his head, and waves the bartender over. "It's the least I could do. You make for a good conversation partner."

Good conversation partner, you think, repeating his words in your mind. Well, it beats some lecherous guy trying to feel me up. I'll take it.

"Though, I've got to say, are you feeling alright? You look like you've been spaced out for a bit. Did you drink too much?" He asks with a frown. It's true that your head feels hazy, but it's not debilitating.

"I'll be fine," you respond, stretching your sore muscles. "Thank you for caring."

As more people from nearby clubs pour in for a drink, the bar feels more claustrophobic. Various people walk by you at every moment. You and your friendly companion have to move out of the way to make room for the influx of people, even though you're sitting on barstools. Can't people bother giving a bit more space? Geez...

"Alright, just making sure," he's been feeling around his pocket for a few seconds now, eyebrows furrowing. "Huh, that's strange, I could've sworn I left my wallet right here..."

You look at the pocket he's referring to, recalling how he put his wallet in there after ordering drinks for himself earlier. Before you get the opportunity to offer to help him search, there's an additional voice behind you. One that instantly submerges your body into a state of unrivaled panic.

"I'll pay for them."

There's a hand placed on your shoulder. For such a light touch, it carries a heavy weight, your body all but crumbling underneath of it. Your breath catches in the back of your tightening throat. This... this can't be happening. It's been months. How is this possible, I took every precaution--

"Isn't that right, [First]?" Chrollo comes into your view, a content smile on his face. The same smile that tells you he knows he's won. The same smile that seals your fate, closing every door to the future you fought tooth and nail to open up. You don't trust your voice, not in this petrified state, opting to nod your head once. Wrapping up some unsuspecting stranger in this is the last thing you want to do. Especially as courteous as this person has been to you.

"Ah, thanks man, I must've dropped it somewhere," he lets out an awkward laugh. From how Chrollo is referring to you with familiarity, he assume he's your boyfriend. "I'll head out for now then. It was nice meeting you."