late nights are for lonely people

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(i got vyns SSR card medieval suspense after rolling two 10s and i creamed my pants)

also im experimenting with different POVs rn so lemme know how you feel about this one. 

last note, if you play obey me i have a yandere! obey me book aswell, its nearing the end and is pretty popular . okay, onto some vyn fluff. 



it was now a habit of Y/n's to wait for Vyn to open her side door. and it pleased him greatly, he loved getting to do small things for her, help her in any way possible. 

of course when he saw her messaging a groupchat full of other men, he was less than thrilled. but a gentleman never lets his jealousy interfere with how he treats his lady. and he was never planning to show her that side of him. 

the way she smiled made his heart jump, and when she sat so close to him during the interview it was hard to contain himself. her perfume wafted up to him, her serious expression was more than adorable. he had seen her look like that during her televised cases, and it was much more adorable in person. 

Y/n remembered the way up the stairs and into Vyns house. 

"what are we eating?" she asked. 

vyn moved in front of her and unlocked the door, then he held it open and allowed her to walk past. her perfume dampened all of his other senses and his heart began to hammer. as she walked past it grew stronger, the wind was such a wonderful thing. 

"well, what would you like?" vyn asked. 

he needed to learn to better control himself. he needed to stay in control. 

it wasn't like Y/n noticed, she didn't see him whenever he glared at her phone. she didn't see how much he hated luke hugging her. no one did. because he remained in control. 

Y/n was oblivious, and Vyn planned to keep it that way. 

she stepped over the threshold, taking in the woody scent of his old victorian style home. it was spacious and incredibly neat. she knew upstairs was his study, a place he would do paperwork. they had been there last night for a little bit, but not long since he cooked for most of the night. 

she loved the feeling the house had. his decorations were mostly painting, or old antiques. she felt like he was so much more mature than being someone who was 30. (dunno if that's Vyns age, but i do HC him to be the oldest and artem is 29)

"you know i never asked where you got all this stuff, its so cool." y/n murmured. 

vyns heart fluttered at her complement, his pulse grew faster. outside of his body, he only smiled gently and lead Y/n to his kitchen. 

she was surprised with how much space he had, even though it was her second time being in here. the island in the middle held a few chairs, and Vyns favorite purple sand teapot set was set out to dry. 

"i like to collect things from the places i go, i bring them back here normally." Vyn said. 

y/n slid behind his counter and leaned back, yawning. the sun was still up, it was about 5 in the afternoon but she felt ready to collapse. Vyn couldn't pay attention to her, if he looked at her face for to long, it became hard to maintain control. he had to make things perfect for her, he wouldn't allow failure. 

"that's really cool, where all have you been?" Y/n asked. 

"all over, i went to America a few times, brought back the wood carving right there, and then i went to Canada and got this wine rack here." Vyn explained. 

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