Stalker's Tango | Bartolomeo x Reader

Unfolding

Climbing the last stretch of steps, you reached the top floor of your building - Bartolomeo's. From where you stood you could see a large spread of the city beyond, all painted in blues that slowly creeped into buttery oranges. The sun was setting and that was exactly why you were here.

"Do you often come up here to just look out the window?"

Tearing your eyes away from the window, you looked over your shoulder to see a familiar ginger. Your lips curled up into a smile as you turned to face the man, tilting your head.

"Maybe I was coming to look for you and ask if you could fix my sink again." You hummed, earning a sigh from the man who was Diez Drake.

"Sure thing. How are you, anyway?" He asked, clearly just trying to be nice as he was passing by and you were technically blocking his way.

He had a reusable shopping bag in one hand and his wallet in another; either he was going to rob and bag someone or he was just on his ways to the shops. The latter was probably more true.

"I'm good, actually. Busy as always."

"I'm not surprised." He said, chuckling. "Everyone's being kept on their toes."

"Right you are." You replied with a nod. "I think-"

"Hallway meeting?"

The recognisable voice of Bartolomeo sliced through the atmosphere. There was a smile on his face directed at you and the second Drake turned around, you watched the smile drop off of his face. Something of a frown accumulated on yours.

Had something gone on between them?

"Ah, evening, Bartolomeo." Drake greeted, earning a nod in reply.

The punk didn't even say a thing to the ginger as he turned to you instead, lips twitching up as he spoke. "Ready to go?"

Though you were still frowning, you nodded and Bartolomeo waited for you to come to him. You looked up at Drake and smiled almost apologetically as you reached your date, his arms securely wrapping around you waist. He was holding you tightly as if you were delicate enough to simply blow away.

"I'll catch you sometime!"

"Yeah, see you." Drake called back as you waved, all before you were walked down the hallway.

The man continued to watch as Bartolomeo kept a hold on you. In honesty, the dynamic confused Drake, but he wasn't one for prying. So with that, he jogged on down the stairs in hopes of getting a food shop done before it was a little too late.

Not like anyone else on the top floor made efforts to keep the fridge stocked.

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Bartolomeo outstretched a hand to help you up from the final rung of the slippery ladder and onto the rooftop. You reached up and grabbed it, letting him pull you to your feet and into his chest. There was a warm smile on your face as you looked up at him, eyes tracing his dark, inky tattoo.

"Thank you."

"A pleasure." He replied with a toothy grin.

His fingers laced with yours and he lead you forward, right towards a low-lying, exposed vent system. The wind battered against your face and made your cheeks feel raw, only his hand to warm you. You had to tuck your coat underneath you to keep from freezing your backside off, shuffling into Bartolomeo's side once you did. From there, you started to feel your body temperature levelling out once more.

You eyes cast up to the view beyond.

"Beautiful huh?" Bartolomeo hummed, briefly glancing down at you and squeezing your hand.