A heads up this is the first time I've written in 2 and 3 pov, so it might be kinda bad... not very sure I'm just trying something new since I always write in 1st person but I do hope you guys enjoy this
The young man couldn't help but laugh at the state he left Y/n in, he was proud of himself.
Y/n on the other hand is unconscious, tears still stain her face as her body is on full display for the twisted man before her.
Scaramouche did enjoy the view but he wasn't going to leave her like that, he did care for her even if he was twisted.
He unties her from the bed frame as her arms limpy fall down, his thumb traces her cheek as he wipes a tear that has threatened to fall.
She was probably mad and terrified of him, but that is the price he would pay if it meant haunting her mind.
He knew he couldn't have her, yet he couldn't help himself. She was such an addiction, her expression is always a treat, the way she tried to hide her reactions were also fun.
He chuckled as he walked into the bathroom and ran the bath with warm water, he knew Y/n wasn't going to wake up any time soon as she was in shock.
He walked into the room as he picked up Y/n bridal style, carrying her into the bathroom.
He sets her down carefully as he turns off the facet, his wet fingers trace her neck and face as he hums enjoying her features.
"You truly are so beautiful, Y/n" he had grabbed a washcloth as he dipped it into the bath, he softly wipes her tear stained face.
He enjoyed her relaxed breathing, she seems to have calmed down with the warm bath, he cleaned her whole body as he just hummed.
He had tied her hair earlier so as not to get her hair wet, he really just didn't want her to feel uncomfortable later.
He lets the water drain as he grabs a towel to cover Y/n in, as the rest of the water drains he covers her as he picks her up and walks into the bedroom.
He went into the closet and brought out a nightgown and underwear, he knew this was going to happen and planned this all ahead as to make her less uncomfortable later on.
Y/n was laying on the bed with a towel wrapped around her body, she would have been shivering if the room was cold but it was warmed beforehand.
He sat her up and untied her hair with one hand as the strands fell, he put the nightgown onto her head as he swiftly put her arms into the arm holes of the dress.
He slowly lays her on the bed again as he takes the rest of the towel off and slips the underwear onto her body, he looks at his handy work as he hums in approval.
He positions her on one side of the bed and covers her with the blanket, he caresses her cheek as he kisses it softly walking toward the bathroom.
He looks in the mirror as he smiles, touching the hickey that was made by Y/n, this marked him as hers and he loved it.
He knew he took it a little too far by tying her up like that but he wasn't thinking anymore, he was just... lustful. He wasn't really sure anymore, he just knew that he wasn't rational anymore.
Now alone he could think again and he knew he had fucked up badly, this time she might not forgive him as he used her trauma against her.
He sighed as his brows furrowed a frown forming on his lips, "am I that desperate to let you get away from me, or am I really this crazy now"
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Noble Views
FanfictionYou're one of the many nobles from Snezhnaya, but unlike the others you fell in love with a harbinger. It wasn't supposed to happen and yet you fell and your family isn't happy. Your mask crumbles in his presence as you're dangerously drawn towards...
