Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 37 - Intimate

I awoke to find myself alone in bed, which struck me as odd. Groggily, I sat up and scanned the room, then made my way downstairs. There, I found Chris sprawled out on the couch, fast asleep. Curiosity piqued, I approached him.

"Chris?" I called softly, drawing nearer and gently placing my hand on his cheek, my fingers tracing his features. He stirred, eyelids fluttering open slowly, before suddenly pulling me down onto him.

"Shh, go back to sleep," he murmured, his grip firm but gentle. As I settled against him, I couldn't help but notice the tension in his body, the slight tremble in his limbs betraying the turmoil within. His hair was tousled, as if he'd run his hands through it in frustration, and his clothes were rumpled, hinting at a restless night.

Why are his pants unbuttoned?

I found myself enveloped in a tighter embrace, as if Chris was holding onto me unconsciously, seeking comfort in my presence.

He exuded an air of exhaustion, as though he had spent the entire night grappling with something unseen.

His warmth enveloped me, drawing me closer. Leaning into him, I found solace in his embrace.

Hours passed, the quiet of the room enveloping us both. Suddenly, I felt the tender brush of lips against my face, a gentle gesture that spoke volumes in its simplicity.

"You're going to be the death of me," he muttered, his voice heavy with affection and a hint of playful exasperation as he lifted me off the couch, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"Wait, do we have school today?" I asked, momentarily distracted by the warmth of his embrace.

Glancing outside, I noticed the sun beginning its ascent, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink.

Suddenly my mind was flooded with that dreaded day, images emerging from my brain. It really doesn't make much sense, how does someone at one moment look so sweet and then go and do something like that.

His face nuzzled into the crook of my neck, his embrace offering a false sense of security and warmth.

But I couldn't forget the truth.

This man was a murderer.

And a pervert.

Suddenly, he pulled away, his voice breaking through the haze of my thoughts. "Why did you suddenly get so tense?"

I met his gaze, unable to shake the unsettling feeling that he was concealing a darker side beneath his facade.

"Something on your mind?" he inquired.

"Nothing," I replied, though the lie hung heavy in the air. Fortunately, he seemed to accept it with a nonchalant shrug.

"Hey, guess what? No school for you today," he announced with a grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Awesome," I replied, a surge of excitement coursing through me. "Today sounds like the perfect day for a date," he suggested, his voice tinged with anticipation.

"A date?" I questioned, caught off guard by the sudden proposal.

"Of course, it'll be a fantastic opportunity to strengthen our relationship. So, where would you like to go?" he inquired, his gaze focused intently on me.

"Hmm... maybe a museum?" I suggested, feeling a flutter of excitement at the thought of exploring art together.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements," he responded, his fingers already reaching for his phone.

"Arrangements? Can't we just go?" I asked, puzzled by the need for secrecy.

"No, I need to call ahead and ensure it's just the two of us," he explained patiently, his tone gentle. "I don't want anyone mistaking you for a work of art, and it's also a safety precaution."

"Ah, I see," I nodded, understanding dawning on me as I pushed aside my initial confusion. "Okay then, let's go ahead."

"Great, but first, let's have some breakfast," he suggested, a smile playing on his lips.

As we sat down to enjoy our meal, I mentioned, "I should cook for you sometime," a hint of eagerness in my voice.

"Nah," he dismissed the idea casually, though his eyes betrayed a hint of fondness.

"Why not?" I pressed, curious about his reluctance.

"I want to take care of you, do everything for you, and everything to you," he confessed softly, the last part barely audible, yet filled with sincerity.

After finishing breakfast, I decided to change. As I entered his room and opened his closet, I noticed it contained both his and hers clothing. Peering at the array of garments, I couldn't help but ask, "Are these my clothes?"

"Well, they are now. Newer and better, too," he replied casually, causing me to startle as I hadn't heard him enter the room.

"I didn't hear you come in," I admitted, slightly embarrassed.

"I know you didn't. We're leaving at one, so take your time," he informed me, his voice gentle.

I perused the clothing options before settling on a (Y/O). As I began to undress, I couldn't help but notice his lingering presence. 

"Why are you still here?" I inquired, feeling a bit self-conscious.

He merely shrugged, his gaze fixated on my waist. "We'll leave," he sighed, finally tearing his eyes away and reluctantly exiting the room.

As we entered the grand halls of the museum, I felt a sense of wonder wash over me. The air was filled with the faint scent of history, and every corner seemed to hold a story waiting to be discovered. Hand in hand, we began our journey through the exhibits, our footsteps echoing against the marble floors.

Amidst the labyrinth of artifacts and artwork, we stumbled upon a painting that caught my eye—a masterpiece depicting the intricacies of human emotion. Lost in contemplation, I whispered

"It's as though it reaches into the depths of the human psyche, unveiling the raw essence of our souls."

Beside me, he listened intently, his eyes gleaming with admiration. 

"You have a way with words," he remarked, his voice low and teasing. "Almost as captivating as the art itself."

I couldn't help but blush at his flirtatious remark, feeling a warmth spread through me. Leaning closer, our eyes locked in a silent exchange of emotions. In that moment, amidst the timeless beauty of the museum, our lips met in a tender kiss—a silent promise of the feelings blossoming between us.

As we made our way back home, the memory of our shared moment lingered in the air, enveloping us in a cocoon of affection. With each step, our bond deepened, weaving a tapestry of love and longing.

Arriving home, the familiarity of his embrace welcomed me like an old friend. Tired yet content, I found solace in the comfort of his arms. 

"I could get used to this," I murmured, snuggling closer, my mind filled with thoughts of our future together.

He chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. 

"Me too," he whispered, his voice filled with a warmth that echoed the love in his eyes. And as sleep claimed us both, I knew that in his presence, I was home, content in the knowledge that our love would carry us through whatever the future held.

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(A/N) this chapter feels too normal

Y/O = Your outfit