The Man Who Eats Souls {BNHA x Male Villain Reader}

Prologue

THE FIRST CHAPTER IS IMPORTANT FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND THE STORYLINE. PLEASE GO BACK AND READ IT IF YOU DIDN'T.

Warnings- Suicide, Murder, Manipulation.

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"Your passport sir?" 

"Excuse me?" 

"Your passport.... I need to see it to let you board." The flight attendant stuttered. "Oh, you'll have to excuse me. My minds in other places at the moment. Here you are." The noticeably large man replaces his sinisterly cold glare with a warm, apologetic smile. He hands the flight attendant his passport. 

"Have a good flight.... Mr. Boss?" 

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   "Boss!" A girl chirped out, entering A very large office. "Hello, darling." A young man spoke in a low voice, not taking his eyes off of his computer. The girl closed the door behind her and ran over to where the man was sitting at his desk, hugging him from behind. 

"It's been a while, darling. Why don't you take your bag off and make yourself comfortable?" The young man known as 'Boss' spoke. The girl leaned her bag against Boss's desk. The rattling of her anime pins as she dropped her bag caught his attention, forcing his eyes off his computer screen. 

   "Can I sit on your lap?" The girl asked. "Isn't that a bit weird?" he responded, leaning back in his chair and observing the girls face. She was young like 'Boss', but her cute features made her look even younger than she was. Her shoulder length black hair was perfectly kept in place by bright clips. Her dark brown eyes were romanticized by the slight bit of eyeliner she had put on. Her lightly tanned skin only accentuated her dark features even more so.  

   Her cute aesthetic was the complete opposite of him, and he loved it. He craved for her to always look the way she does now. He was going to make sure she never changed. He was going to make sure that the woman he loved would remain in the same state that he liked for the rest of her life. 

   "How is it weird? You may look older than me, but I'm older than you! Plus, this is what all the cute couples do now. I know you don't care about that kind of stuff, but everyone in school is telling me that this is what them and their partners do to express love for one another. Don't you love me, boss? Don't you love your darling?" The girl said, trying to manipulate the very intimidating man sitting in front of her. 

   "Dulce." Boss said in a tone that no one could read. The girl, whose name was revealed to be Dulce, felt a shiver go up her spine. He barely ever called her by her real name. in fact, he had said it so little, that some of his workers had thought her name was actually Darling. Well, that was until Boss heard one of his workers call her Darling. He disliked that his pet-name for her was being used by someone else other than him.

Let's just say he was fired.

   Dulce gulped and averted her warm gaze away from his stoney one. "If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask, you manipulative little minx." Boss smirked and grabbed onto Dulce's waist, pulling her body onto his. She sat facing him with her hands resting on his large chest. He smelt of expensive cologne. Boss set one hand behind her back and the other he used to continue typing on his computer. 

   "What are you doing?" Dulce asked. Boss just starts to gently rub her back, pulling her closer as he does. "Boss?" She asks again. She knew she was pushing his boundaries, but she felt that in the moment she could get away with it. "I'm working, darling." He finally responds. Dulce was not satisfied with that answer. She turns her head, trying to see what was on his screen. Before her eyes could focus in and read, Boss quickly moves his hand that was on her back and pushes her head against his shoulder, forcing her to face forward.