The Darkest Kind of Love (Yandere!Clopin Love Story)

The Dark Flame

"So that's what happened. A guard had thrown a tomato at Quasimodo, and it pretty much set off a chain reaction." Jean said as he led his family through the streets, and close to the graveyard, wiping the rain from his face. Violet tsked as she folded her arms over her chest, disapprovingly while Emil narrowed his eyes. 

"Those soldiers have always been corrupted ever since Frollo had gotten power. It doesn't surprise me in the slightest." Emil said, yet Tsura remained silent as they neared the hidden staircase that was within a crypt. Looking around, Jean and Esme pulled the large stone slab away and ushered their parents in. Tsura followed after them, as Jean and Esme entered the hidden staircase behind her and carefully placed the stone back. 

Walking down the staircase, Tsura groaned softly as she rubbed her temples to get rid of a headache that she didn't even know that she had. She picked up her skirt and walked a little faster, feeling her head throbbing dully. She knew that she would have to lay down for a while and rest her eyes. Violet watched her and Emil's daughter, her expression nothing but worry. 

Tsura covered her face with one hand as she started walking towards the area that her and her family had marked with blue and violet fabrics, and she pushed back the thick fabric that divided her sleeping area from everyone else's. She laid down on her bed and draped one arm over face, closing her eyes with a soft sigh. 

After about an hour, Tsura woke up to the sound of approaching footsteps, yet her headache did not go away. "Hey Tsura? There's someone here who wants to see you." Jean called, and Tsura barely contained her annoyed sigh. 

"If it's Death, tell him to come back in maybe ninety-three more years." She responded, which was met with a soft laugh. Tsura's eyes widened when she realized that laugh didn't come from her brother. She moved her arm away from her face and watched as Clopin entered through the fabric, and she quickly sat up, only to groan as the throbbing in her temples got worse from the sudden movement. 

"Forgive me, mademoiselle. Your mother had asked for me to speak with you." He said, as he reached his hand towards his face, and took off his mask. Tsura frowned as she laid back down, rubbing her temple again a little uncomfortably. 

"And she didn't ask me if that was fine, because?" She replied, which made Clopin smile, and he walked over to her, kneeling down so that he could look at her from beside her bed. 

"Violet said that you seemed rather...tense after what happened at the festival. And she had asked me to be of assistance." He said as he reached over and using his thumb and index finger, he gently rubbed her temple, which made Tsura slightly flinch, and she moved away from his reach. 

"What are you doing?" She asked as she looked at him shocked, as he began to pull his gloves off. 

"Don't worry. I'm just here to help you relax. Your mother will be here in a moment, she just needed to get something from Madame Nathalia. I can promise you, that I won't do anything you are not comfortable with." Clopin said, as he gently reached towards her and placed his hand on hers. The touch made Tsura feel as if there's butterflies in her stomach. Yet, the way he was looking at her...it was the same way a wolf gazes at its prey. It frightened her. 

"It's just going to be a massage, mon chere. Nothing more; nothing less." He continued, and even though a lot of Tsura's instincts were telling her to flee, she swallowed nervously and slowly moved closer to him. Clopin gave her a charming smile as he gently had her sit down and he moved to be sitting behind her. 

"Fine, just don't get too hand-" Tsura started until Clopin had started running his fingers against her head, applying a gentle pressure. Her words died on her tongue as she closed her eyes and gave a soft sigh as she relaxed into his touch. 

Clopin smiled at her reaction as he slowly trailed his hands lower, until they were resting on her shoulders, which he started to rub and knead firmly. Tsura bit back a soft groan as she tilted her head back, slight chills going up her spine. However, it was obvious that Clopin was definitely enjoying this more than she was. He gently leaned over her shoulder until his lips were close to her ear. 

"Do you wish for me to continue?" He whispered in a seductive tone, keeping his hands on her shoulders. A soft blush decorated her face once more, and she slowly turned her head to look at him. However, she miscalculated how close together they were, because when she had turned to face him, her lips gently brushed against his own. 

Tsura panicked and moved away from him, forgetting that she was sitting on the edge of her bed. She yelped in surprise as she fell backwards onto the floor, with Clopin landing on top of her. Clopin quickly propped his arms on either side of her so that he wouldn't accidentally fall onto her and harm her. 

"Tsura? Are you alright?" Jean asked, and before Tsura and Clopin had the chance to sit up straight, Jean and Esme entered her sleeping area, yet both boys came to an abrupt halt at what they were seeing. There was an awkward silence before it became chaos. 

"What are you doing?! Get off of her!" Jean and Esme yelled, and Clopin was quick to get off from on top of Tsura and stood up, while fixing his hat. Tsura sat up, looking down as her face became warmer. 

"My apologies. I...I must go." He said as he grabbed his gloves and quickly walked through the fabric, as Esme and Jean were glaring after him. 

Tsura stood up and sat back down on her bed, and she nervously bit her bottom lip as Esme and Jean left while speaking very fast in French amongst each other. Looking around her sleeping area, she noticed that one of her scarves was gone. 

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Clopin walked towards his own living area, a blue silk scarf embroidered with stars clenched in his hand. He could feel his heart beating rapidly within his chest as he sat down on a chair. He gently ran his fingers against the soft fabric, for it almost reminded him of how soft and smooth Tsura's skin felt under his touch. 

He smiled as he held the scarf a little closer to his face and he gently inhaled the scent of what was unmistakably rosemary and lavender. "Oh, mon amore. You have no idea what you put me through. I promise you, that I will have you." He whispered as he walked over to a chest and place the scarf within it. Next to it, was a drawing of Tsura and he smirked as he examined it. 

"And trust me when I say that even if you do try to run away from me and resist me...there is nowhere in this city you can hide. I will find you no matter how much you try to hide."