Loving For Three Moonknight X Reader

FOUR - Masked Men

(Chapter Four)

"Sorry if it's a bit cluttered in here." Steven confessed as he opened the door to his flat and walked in.

The apartment was filled to the brim with books. Shelves upon shelves of literature all stuffed into one flat.

It had wooden floors and a caved in ceiling that was wooden as well—like some kind of cave—it was indeed cluttered but cozy, like walking into a hug.

You both stepped in and your eyes were immediately drawn to the sizable fish tank—it acted as a centerpiece to the room.

You made your way over to it seeing the two fish dancing through the water.

"Who are these cuties?" You asked as you crouched down near the tank.

"Mercy and Gus 2.0" He pointed at the swimming creatures.

"Hmm." You hummed. "How long have you had them?" You stood up straight, your wet clothes still clinging to you.

"About three or four months." He made his way to the kitchen area. "Fancy a cuppa?" He got out his kettle.

"Yeah-mhmm." You clasped your hands together trying to hide your awkward wet shape.

"How about cherry—?" He turned around to see you. "Blimey—I'm sorry, I forgot about the clothes!" He scurried over to his closet.

"I'm a tosser, I forgot all about them!" Steven apologized—something he did a lot—handing you a folded sweatshirt and sweatpants.

"You can change in the bathroom to your right." He shook his head.

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You sat at Steven's round table. You had to roll up the sleeves of the sweatshirt he gave you, because they were too lengthy.

You both sipped at the hot teas placed in front of you, welcoming the calm feeling that came with it.

Soon after you were finished Steven offered to put a movie on, and you just couldn't say 'no' to him—not that you wanted to.

As you both sat on the couch you became aware of just how late it was when you checked the digital clock on the stove: 10:07, the clock read.

The movie started and you could already feel yourself dozing off.

Ten minutes into the move your eyes started to flutter shut. But by thirty minutes you were out like a light, sleeping on Steven's couch as if it were your own bed.

But he didn't mind, he thought you were quite a cute sleeper—even if your mouth was hanging open just waiting for a fly to zoom in.

He just kept having to remind himself not to look at you because it was weird, and Marc had already made it very clear that you were not staying long—Marc didn't want Steven to go through the whole heartbreak thing again—last time with Layla it was really hard for him.

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You woke up in the middle of the night with Steven sleeping next to you on the couch. You checked the time on the stove just as you had earlier, 2:47 a.m. it read. You opened the door and left quietly shutting it behind you.

Before you started your journey back to your hotel, you looked back up at his window to see if Steven had woken up-

"Hi, pretty girl." A rugged hiss came from the shadows of the alley you were walking through.

His hair hung down a little below his chin, untamed and tangled. He wore rugged and dirt covered clothes, stained with the grim of England streets.

He sat on the broken curb of the alley, catching you off guard.

You ignored him, a cat-call wasn't going to ruin your night, especially because you had such a lovely time with Steven.

"I'm talking to you, doll!" The rugged man raised his voice, starting to creep closer to you.

Fear crept over you, a cat-call you could handle, but a physical reaction was not what you could deal with at the moment.

You tried to continue walking but he kept getting closer approaching you slowly, cornering you against two buildings.

"Just leave me alone, I don't have any money on me, I don't even have a purse." You spat, lifting your empty hands.

"I don't want your money....I want you, baby." The man coughed as he chuckled.

Your heart pounded through your chest as he got closer and closer, like a predator stalking over prey.

"You'll have a fun time, or you won't, but I sure will, doll." His rough voice whispered, he was close enough that you could smell the putrid scent of alcohol that reeked from his breath.

"I can brush your hair and take you anywhere." He grinned in a sing-song voice.

"Are those the lyrics to the Barbie Girl song?" A man behind him said.

You prepared for the worst as you saw the white flash of a....person-

Crack! Snap!

The white masked man took the rugged man's arms and bent them so far back they snapped.

You shrieked at the sight falling to your knees, shielding your face from the horrible sight.

The rugged man screamed a horrific sound before running away, his arms dangling at his sides like two spaghetti strings.

"Are you okay?" The man in the white mask helped you up quickly.

"No-yeah, I'm....fine." You lied, still not trusting the man in the mask.

The masked man was wrapped in bright white cloth, covering every inch of his body, and a white cap that draped over his shoulders into a hood. Gold accents adorned the suit as a nice finishing touch.

You turned around harshly, trying to collect yourself in a timely manner.

"Who are you?" You turned back around but the masked man was gone, perhaps never to be seen again. You couldn't tell if it was all a hallucination or some kind of messed up dream... but you had a feeling...that there was more to him than what met the eye...