❝ I hate you. ❞
❝ You don't act like it ❞
He was just supposed to be your tutor. What happens when he go unruly lengths to keep you around him.
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Mature language, suicidal thoughts, mental and physical abuse, trauma, sexual...
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"Y/n." Kei follows behind you as you ignore him.
"Y/n, stop it." he grabs your arm as the two of you make it to the top of the steps.
You look down at the hand he had on your wrist as he loosened his grip. "Why are you upset?"
He looks down at you as you furrow your eyebrows at his question. You were struggling with keeping your thoughts straight.
You had recently become aware of how careless and comfortable you were getting, meaning you were doing exactly what Kei wanted from you.
It was freaking you out that your wound was now fully healed and you hadn't made an attempt to escape yet.
"I'm fine." you pull out of his grip and then head into Kei's room.
Almost closing the door behind you, Kei catches it from closing and then watches as you sat down on his bed.
He watches as you rolled over to face the wall before draping the covers over yourself so that he wouldn't bother you.
Of course, he still did though.
Kei slowly walks over to where you were laying then hesitantly tugged at the cover you were under. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Yknow, I don't really have to feed you, and I mean you can always go back out to the storm cellar if-" he was cut off as you quickly set up, turning to look at him.
"You would really do that just because I don't feel like talking right now? You really are an asshole." you narrow your gaze at him then try to get off the bed only for him to get in your way.
"Move." you try to push him out of the way as he tried to keep you from leaving without hurting you.
"I was kidding, y/n. I wouldn't do that over something so little." he mumbles out the last part as you scoff.
