Till Death Do Us Part | Risotto X Male!Reader

11| Have I Scared You?

(risotto being a dramatic little bitch my beloved<3)

4.7k words... yeah, too tired so not editing this, suck it.

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"How the tables have turned," A voice in the dark muses, "It is now you who are visiting me in my chamber, rather I visiting you.

Risotto creeps upon the entrance to y/ns room with a divine hesitance. His hands, barren of a candle to guide him, and his mind, empty of any plan to escape should things go bad. 

A single beam of light shoots through the crack of the door, the lights painting the halls their bleak colors, bleeding into the vampires bedroom like blood in the water as it mixed with the darkness.

He could not hear the heavy hums of the wolfs breath, the murrs and grumbles it spelled in its sleep. He didn't think it was in the room at all.

"And what is it you wish to talk about this time?" (Y/n) said. 

Risotto hesitated at the door, his foot running in and out of the dark as he tested, considering, whether he should really step inside or not. Should he trust the vampire so charming, he might lose his head, but he also might not. It was a gamble, and he was an addict.

His eyes played ping-pong between that portion of darkness he knew the lord sat, and the bit of light that guaranteed safety, the importance of either fighting for priority. 

He's convinced himself he trusts (Y/n), but does he really believe that? The line between what he wants to believe and what he can believe is blurry, and the patient silence of the room is only making it harder.

Hunting vampires all his life, it's an occupation that requires little mercy. None have ever spoken to him, and none have with such kindness and thought. There's is plenty to doubt about the vampire hiding in the room, though he makes it hard.

"Why is it I'm not dead yet?" The words slip out before he can catch them, and a disapproving sigh comes in response.

"This again?" (Y/n) says. "Do I need to say it all over for you?"

Risotto bites his tongue. He hadn't thought to say it, it was more so a comment towards himself. Dealing with such a dangerous person-- no, not a person, thing-- should be done so with the utmost precaution; and here he was obeying the demand of no candle guide.

He's convinced himself it was a demand; failing to remember it was he who promised to return with no candle.

The vampire settles in his bed some, the weight forcing its supporting legs to softly groan with the movement. He's getting impatient with Risotto's uncertainty, which only happens to frighten him more than encourage him.

It gets to the point where it all ends up boiling over, the recognition that it's turning into one thing at a time: Come visit me in my dark room, don't look at my face, now come without a candle, now come to me with your neck exposed.

It will be a matter of time before he's tasked to wheel himself in on a silver plate, an apple stuffed into his mouth.

"I don't think," Risotto retreats back behind the fine line. "I want to come in there and talk tonight."

"Well, that's just fine. How about we go for a walk instead? Or I could have Prosciutto prepare some dinner..."

"No, thank you, I'm fine. I'll be returning to my quarters."

Risotto left before (Y/n) could argue the point further, his paces silent in the hall as he heads to safety from something that was never a threat to begin with.