Stalker \Silco x Fem Reader.

A Psychopath.

I pushed the man away from my face. "what the fuck is wrong with you." I loudly exclaimed, I was terrified. Tears formed in my eyes as I clenched my teeth. There was a killing silence. until I continued with "You're a psychopath." he slightly chuckled. "If I was a.. "psychopath I would've killed you already, wouldn't I?" My eye's widened. "You are a monster" I spat at the man. I backed away from him. Until my back hit the side of the sofa. I held my knees. 

He just gazed at me. I folded up. His smile disappeared. 

He sighed. That's when he moved closer towards me. "get away from me." I said softly. He didn't budge. when the man next to me again looked me in the eyes. 

And another heavy sigh escaped his thin lips. That's when his slender-like hand forced my head on his shoulder. I was too exhausted to resist and just let it happen. When my head was fully resting on his shoulder he noticed a few loose locks of my hair that fell on my face and carefully placed them behind my ear. 

That's when I started to sob uncontrollably and basicallythrewbasically threw myself in his masculine arms. I needed some sort of comfort. He was shocked in the beginning but quickly hugged me back. My face was buried in his blouse. The heavy smell of Alcohol and cigars flowed troughthrough my nostrils. 

As my hands clenched tightly on his formal red blouse a silence flowed in his office. The only sounds are my soft whimpers and cries. That's when he buried his head in my shoulder and softly yet determinately exclaimed. "It's okay. you're going to be okay" I could feel heavy breaths flow on my neck as he slowly went through my hair with his thin fingers. 

"I'm sorry." I then exclaimed while tears still formed. "For what?" He then said confused. "Your blouse." When he looked down it was stained with tears. he slightly grinned. "I don't mind" And wiped away my tears with his thumb. As I sniffed he looked at my soaked eye'seyes. He held my hand that was still clenched on his blouse and rubbed his thumb on my palm. 

"You need to rest." As I took a deep breath in I relaxed my shoulders. And just fell asleep on his chest. The rest was pitch-black. 

When I woke up we were still in the same position. My head swas till buried in his blouse. the same smell of alcohol and cigars officially woke me up. I looked up to face him. He was already awake and sharply looked down as he felt movement. "Your awake." He said. Serious. 

You sprung up and apologized. You were beet red. He was holding some shimmer shipments. "Did you sleep well?" He then exclaimed. I nodded as I once again apologized. He seemed annoyed and abruptly told me to "Stop apologizing." 

I nodded and avoided any eye contact. As he continued with his work I had no clue what to do. I just watched him work and rested my head on his shoulder while he did.