"The Casanova Killer" x Male reader

The Casanova Killer ❤️🔪 Pt 4

|SONG INCOMING| |I KISSED A BOY AND I LIKED IT, JUPITHER.|
-for Y/N

Y/N shot awake from his desk. He fell backwards. He also felt sweat roll down his face as he awoke from his little nightmare. Y/N often had nightmares when he was stressed. What was Y/n stressed about? He was stressing the fact that his soon-to-be lover might be a serial killer. Scratch that. IS a serial killer.

Y/N's nightmare wasn't like the ones he usually had. He was dreaming that his soon-to-be lover was getting caught by police. After Y/N was fully awake and self aware, he thought about how stupid it was to be afraid of him getting caught. I mean, for fuck's sake, he should get caught! Why wouldn't I like that!? I am at risk of being killed, goodness!

After Y/N was done cursing himself, he made breakfast. He had some pancakes, nothing special. Y/N swayed his hips as he cooked. The smell of pancakes and sugar from the syrup, filled the room. The smell gave it a warm and cozy aura. Y/N might have even began to feel a bit tired since he felt so calm.

Paul was a tad more busy than Y/N was right now. What was Paul busy with, you ask? Well he was busy figuring out Y/N's picture of course! The night before, Paul had watched Y/N draw the picture. Paul knew that it was no coincidence. It's the same pose and everything. How did he see it is the real question. Paul thought with so much curiosity that he thought he might die.

Paul tapped his pen against his desk in a slow rhythm that broke the oddly annoying silence. The tapping echoed through the room as Paul tried to imagine every event that could have occurred to let Y/N see that picture. He took it with Michael and Danny, or more commonly known as Michael Myers and Ghostface. All three were killers. All three knew it. They even worked together on kills from time to time.

Paul was tired of thinking and back tracking. Paul got up, got dressed in something less comfortable (a suit) and left the house. Paul didn't really know where he'd go but he had to go somewhere.

Y/N was overthinking a lot. It was Y/N's day off so he decided to go to the bar. He was a legal adult after all. Y/N decided on some of his new clothes. He grabbed a white button up and some black pants. He put on some black sneakers with white laces and white bottoms. Y/N also put on a black choker with some short chains that decorated the sides.

Y/N got in his car and drove to the bar.

After a bit of drinking Y/N felt bored. Some guy came up to Y/N and began to flirt with him. Y/N didn't look up at the guy and didn't recognize his voice, since they're were so many voices that surrounded the 2. So Y/N didn't know who it was. Suddenly, Y/N felt a cold hand grab his chin and forced him to look up at the other. It was 'Peter'.

"I didn't know you'd be here!" Y/N said, wide-eyed. Paul rolled his eyes and a smug smile formed at the corners of his lips. "Yeah right. Anyways, I have something to tell you." Y/N felt 'Peter's' cold glare. Y/N nodded. 'Peter' then dragged Y/N to a private booth.

After the 2 sat down, the smell of alcohol filled the room. True, the smell of alcohol was always there but it was 10 times stronger than before. What's that smell?! Y/N had a very sour expression on his face. Paul noticed this but kept quiet. A waitress walked in and put down a tall glass bottle. The bottle read "VODKA" in big, bold letters. The smell only got stronger to Y/N. Y/N knew that the vodka was the source of that horrible smell.

Paul then shooed the waitress away after she placed down 2 cups. The cups were glass and they were very fancy. They were the shape of normal whine glasses, they just had a lot more detail. There was a very intricate and nice pattern that decorated the glass. Paul looked at Y/N as he grabbed the taller glass. Y/N nodded, signaling that he'd have some. Paul poured Y/N and himself a glass.