Blind Love (Reader X Nightmare Sans)

Understanding

I didn't utter a word; instead, I found myself lost in the depths of her gaze, my own eyes ablaze with an intensity born of desire. She appeared delicate and vulnerable, yet there was a strength in her presence that captivated me, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Every fibre of my being trembled with anticipation, my breaths coming in heavy gasps as I struggled to contain the wildfire of longing that raged within me. The scent of her essence enveloped me, igniting a primal urge that threatened to consume my very soul. I knew then, with a certainty that bordered on obsession, that I had to possess her.

Stepping into the hallway, I exhaled slowly, the air around me crackling with tension. The mere thought of her, so sweet and innocent, sent tremors of excitement coursing through my veins. It would have been all too easy to indulge in the desires that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness to take what I wanted without a second thought.

But even as the temptation beckoned, I hesitated. The image of her, naked and vulnerable, filled me with a strange mixture of terror and exhilaration. I couldn't shake the feeling of possessiveness that gripped me, a primal instinct that demanded her submission to my will.

As I stood there, lost in contemplation, a sudden commotion shattered the fragile silence of the night. The harsh sound of struggle echoed through the hallway, drawing my attention like a moth to a flame. My senses sharpened as I observed a rough-looking man pinning her against the wall, his intentions glaringly clear even in the dim light.

With a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, I wasted no time in springing into action. In the blink of an eye, I materialized behind the assailant, my eye ablaze with an otherworldly light that cast eerie shadows across the alley. With a swift and decisive motion, I seized him by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground as if he were nothing more than a mere puppet in my grasp.

His feeble attempts at resistance were met with cold indifference as I tightened my grip, his struggles growing weaker by the second. With a final, decisive twist, I snuffed out his life with a chilling efficiency that left no room for mercy. His limp body crumpled to the ground at my feet, a silent testament to the power I wielded.

Turning to her, I found my gaze softening slightly, the intensity of my desire tempered by a newfound tenderness. Despite the darkness that lurked within me, there was a part of me that yearned to protect her, to shield her from the cruelty of the world.

As she trembled in the aftermath of the now lifeless invader, I couldn't help but wonder how such a man had managed to breach the defences of my domain. Her voice, fragile and trembling with uncertainty, snapped me back to the present moment. "Is someone out there? I need help," she called out, her plea cutting through the fog of my thoughts like a beacon in the darkness.

"I am," I reassured her, my footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floor as I approached her. Each step carried with it a silent promise of protection, a vow to shield her from any further harm.

"O-oh, um... the last button on the back, I can't reach it," she continued, her vulnerability tugging at the strings of my heart. It was cute how she tried to keep herself from panicking.

With a gentle touch, I reached out to assist her, my fingers moving with practised ease as they deftly fastened the stubborn button. I could feel the tension slowly melting away from her as she breathed a sigh of relief, her gratitude evident in the way her eyes softened at my gesture. And in that fleeting moment, as our hands brushed against each other, I felt a spark of something unfamiliar stirring within me-a glimmer of hope, perhaps, that amidst the darkness, there could still be light.

"Sorry," she apologized softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It's alright, I should be apologising," I replied, my tone gentle yet firm. "My castle is hard to penetrate."