❝𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 ❞
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bllk x femreader
discontinued bcz im lowk not happy w it
might rewrite a whole new book w same concept
rare updates
・❥・After the recen...
DISCLAIMER! slightly suggestive mentions/details of murder
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YOU TOOK OVER HIS MIND. He thought of you twenty-four-seven. Dreamt of you, even. Someone could mention your name even once and he would go feral. Well, internally, of course.
He'd never show it, he was supposed to keep a professional front—sort of. He just can't be seen obsessing over some girl when thousands of people are watching him.
Despite that, everything about you could drive him nearly crazy. As if he isn't already crazy. Like the way you look at him, your scent when you embrace him, how your hand feels when they scrape against his own for a split second, the way you feel pressed against him...
Nevermind.
That's something he'll need to keep in his private matter.
No one else needs to feel you. To smell you, to look at you... just him. Only him.
He would constantly stare at your 'me' photos with awe and admiration, wondering how your lips would feel up against his, how you would react as his hands roamed your body, your hands wrapped around—
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His teeth sink into his bottom lip and a hot pink flush against his cheeks, clearly flustered at the thought. His hand tightened against his phone, it could almost blow. He loved you so much. He wished you were his so, so, sobad.
He did his best to shake off the feelings. He calmed down and glanced over to the knife sitting on the countertop.
The scenes of that incident replay over and over in his head again. The shrieks, her begging and apologies, the sound of flesh being pierced, the feeling of blood splattering all over himself, the rage he felt at the beginning, and the satisfaction once he saw her body go limp with all that crimson liquid pooling right under her corpse and his feet.
Of course, he had some remorse but that was soon destroyed once he remembered what his motive was, who this was for. You.
Fritzi just so happened to be getting a little too close to you. Someone who she knew he liked. He even warned the poor girl. Twice. But did she listen? No. So, she faced the consequences. And unfortunately, those consequences cost her a life.
However, he did like Fritzi, he really did.
She was a nice girl, always offering helpful advice to the male whenever he needed it. She also spoke the same language and introduced him to you. Which, he was so very grateful for.
Oh well. What's done is done. You can't bring people back from the dead.
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