Bandages (Yanderes X Reader)

Cold

Alexandre carefully lays the bloodied bandages into the space under his floor board. It's sort of ruined by Lilren's blood, but the point is that you carefully wrapped them. Your fingers touched them with such care. The mahogany haired male examines his wrists, wondering if he sliced himself up if you would tend to him. 

Alexandre chuckles. Of course you would. He shivers at the idea go your fingers delicately dancing around his forearm, your face inches from his, your body leaning over his. Banter between you two slowly twisting into loving words as Alexandre looks into your e/c eyes.  

He pulls a t-shirt out of the gap in the floor, lifting it to his nose and deeply inhaling. You genuinely are too sweet to be in the mafia circle, that much was shown by your past actions. His reddish brown eyes gloss over slightly as he imagines what it would have been like if neither of you had ever been pulled into this ugly, desecrated circle. Maybe you two would've been a couple by now, maybe you would love him just as much as he loves you now. 

But he knows that in reality, you merely see him as a friend, and a mean one at that. His fingers grip onto the black fabric as he curses himself. He fully aware of the fact that Lilren only has to pull a few strings to get him moved to a different department, or even killed. So he has laid low ever since both of you were 14. Just being around you every single day has been enough, but then Boss had to go and fuck it up. He grits his teeth to a nearly painful point as he remembers the day you were sent off to the Chatan district as a first reach, merely because you couldn't shoot a man point-blank. Deep inside, he knows that Boss pulled you away because Boss saw how infatuated Alexandre had become. The cameras had more than likely showed Alex's collection of things that remind him of you, captured the moments that Alex spent with his ear against your wall just to hear your breath, revealed the bloody mess of a boy who told you how pretty you were...

Oh but Boss was playing dumb, hoping that his dearest children would calm down so he wouldn't have to put them down. Alex giggles. Oh thats fine by me. Just fucking fine. 

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It merely clicks. Remi looks over from underneath you in confusion. Ren opens the barrel to see that there are no bullets. What the hell. Lilren lunges at Ren and accidentally slams his head against the nightstand, causing Ren to spew out cusses. 

"Now, now, just tell me why you were with y/n." Lilren says with a sickeningly sweet tone while attempting to hold the writhing boy down. 

"OH FUCK OFF" Ren roars, and you snort in drunken laughter, reminding the two of your presence. "Shhhhut up," you slur out, before further tightening your cuddles upon Remi. Remi squeezes you gently back, still in a daze from your close presence. Lilren reaches for the lamp on your nightstand and bashes it over Ren's head, causing him to go limp. He stands up and brushes his hands on his sweatpants. 

"You." his eyes zero in on Remi, whose face is barely visible over your shoulder. "Get up." Remi frowns as he recognizes the silveret. As does Lilren once Remi is fully out from under your now sleeping self. "You...Remi right?" Lilren says, pulling Ren's limp body to a chair and beginning to tie him. Remi merely watches this process, refusing to leave your sleeping form.

 "Yeah, that's me." Remi says, remaining on your bed. Lilren scoffs. 

"Godammit, she'll kill me if I kill you." In Remi's mind, he knows one is figurative and the other is very very literal.

 "She will." Remi decides to push his luck.

 "Oh yeah?" Lilren says, finishing off the knots. "And what are you to her?" 

"Enough that you know my name." Remi snarks, "What is your name? She never mentioned you." Lilren's cold ice eyes snap to Remi's, before drifting to your form. You looked like a mess, with bags under your eyes and your skin pallid and sickly.