[ LADY K AND THE SICK MAN X READER
In the secluded world of an apartment complex, a reclusive vampire guards her painful past, shrouded in sorrow and isolation. When she forms a deep bond with a ghost woman, their connection begins to fill the void...
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Totsumoto Yuushi.
If looks could kill then he'd be dead ten times over by now.
That was how he felt whenever he noticed you around the apartment complex. It was strange because he hadn't a clue as to what he did to warrant such hostile behavior from you.
He had just moved in seven days ago after having some money troubles.
The apartment he moved into was affordable—but he had only understood why it was so cheap when a ghost woman erupted from his closet with the intention to terrify him. He remembered jumping when she raised her arms and curled the fingers of her hands as she parted her lips to snarl suddenly. Unfortunately for the woman, Yuushi was caught off guard rather than scared.
She seemed to dwell in his closet. There, he would check in on her and try to coax her out of her hiding spot by any means necessary. He'd kissed her once, and she gave him a powerful headbutt before ducking back into the murky shadows of his closet.
But after a couple of days, she was gradually beginning to grow comfortable with him. As strange as it was to say it, he slept with her. It wasn't anything too serious though. He'd stimulated her, sucking on her heavy breasts as if she'd produce milk from her teats, and his dominant hand parted her outer labia lips, the juices her pussy produced slicked his fingers enough for him to roll the padding of them against her engorged clit.
Yuushi shook his head. Mentally groaning, not wanting to suddenly get hard outside the safety of his apartment.
And not in front of you especially. Not with the way you were glaring at him as if he'd called you out of your name. But he would have to admit, you were an attractive woman.
Yuushi had heard about you from one of the older men in the complex. The man described with a small snort. 'She's a fine one,' he recalled the man saying. 'Foreign lady from overseas. Don't know where though. She speaks fluent Japanese though! Almost like she's been living here for centuries or something. She's like-' the man smirked as he made an hourglass motion with his broad and scarred hands. 'Soft thighs, and even softer belly, and-' Yuushi couldn't help but sneak another glance toward you. You weren't glaring at him anymore, instead, you were at the mail slots with your key, unlocking your mailbox to collect your mail.
You had on a black baseball cap with a bat stitched on the front of it. Your braids cascaded past the back of your shoulders with strings and beads at the ends. You had on one of those tracksuits, the jacket wasn't zipped up all the way and he could see the sports bra you were wearing. And your cleavage. The sleeves of your jacket had those thumb holes to make the fabric seem like gloves.
You used your black nails to dig into the paper envelopes and opened each one, reading over a few of the papers. There was one letter in particular that made you curious. It wasn't stamped, nor did it have a return address scribbled along the corner.
It meant someone had delivered the note to you by themselves. Someone that knew where you lived and knew where your apartment mailbox was.
Inside, after opening the letter, you all but broke into a cold sweat.
It was handwritten with red ink. Reading the letter word for word, someone outside the complex knew who you were. They were threatening your gluttonous life because of the 'evil' blood that runs through your veins. Your suspicions almost immediately drew you to Yuushi. It had been one of the reasons why you appeared so belligerent.
He was a greedy mortal.
First, he draws the ghost woman away for his own desires and now he's threatening to end your life? Was this because you'd been trying to draw the woman out of his apartment when he was gone? You'd knock on the walls and oftentimes nosily hang around his front door to see if she'd feel your presence—but you ended up nowhere
You clenched your jaw.
This human.
Everything was fine up until this human came along. You were perfectly content with the ghost woman crawling to your apartment and basking in one another's presence.
Just as you should have anticipated, things changed.
You felt cold chains curve around your black heart once more. They welcomed you back with open arms, comparable to a toxic lover as they weighed down your unbeating heart. A lock snapped shut at the front to signify your mood as you rushed back upstairs to your apartment.
Your eyes become dull as you slam your front door shut, the darkness swallowing you whole in the comfort of your apartment.
