Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 26 - Writing

As soft music played in the background, I sat at my computer, diligently replying to a seemingly endless stream of emails. The rhythmic tapping of keys filled the room until Christian's voice interrupted my concentration.

"You gonna type all day?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement.

"Yup, until my fingers get tired," I replied, not looking away from the screen.

He approached from behind, planting a gentle kiss on the side of my head before lifting me effortlessly out of the chair. His sudden question caught me off guard.

"What do you think of me?" he inquired, his tone betraying a hint of vulnerability.

"Uh... well, I think there are two sides of you," I answered cautiously, unsure of where this conversation was headed.

"Yeah, a lot of people say that, but I want to know more," he pressed, his curiosity piqued.

"Why?" I asked, puzzled by his sudden interest.

"I got curious," he admitted, his gaze searching mine for answers.

"Well, you know what I think of you. I literally typed an entire essay about you," I pointed out, hoping to deflect the question.

"Yes, but I want to hear it from those pretty lips," he insisted, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Um, well, mentally unstable, deranged, and violent," I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips before I could stop them, leaving a heavy silence in their wake.

"Aw, is that all you think of me?" Christian's voice cut through the air, laden with hurt and disappointment.

"Well, no," I began, searching for the right words to convey what I truly felt.

"You are better through writing than words," He continued, his attempt at reassurance falling flat.

"Well, you know what they say, never date a poet," I added, trying to inject a hint of humor into the tense exchange.

"And I love one," he retorted, his tone tinged with both affection and frustration.

"Cheeky bastard," I muttered under my breath, unable to suppress a small smile despite the gravity of the situation.

"On a serious note, if that Jake guy comes near you again, I will kill him," Christian declared, his words dripping with a cold intensity that sent a chill down my spine.

And there it was again, that soulless look in his eyes, where all light seemed to vanish. Like a night sky with no stars, his gaze held an emptiness that unsettled me to my core. It was like staring into the depths of the ocean at night, where nothing but whirlpools of darkness lurked beneath the surface.

That sounds good

"f-fine," I stuttered out, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

"Are you still afraid of me? I would never hurt you," he reassured me, his words laced with sincerity.

"But you would hurt the people around me," I countered, unable to shake the lingering fear.

"Only if they try to hurt you. Just follow the rules, and I promise I won't ever lay a hand on anyone," he vowed, his tone unwavering.

"You're so creepy," I whispered, unable to suppress the unease creeping into my voice.

"I know. My father was the same," he admitted, a haunted look clouding his eyes.

"To your mother?" I ventured, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Yup. He said all it takes is time," he revealed, his words hanging heavy in the air as we both grappled with the implications of his confession.