"Bloody Roses" - An Alastor x Fem Reader Love Story

{: Chapter Five "Unwanted Presence" :}

I turn around slowly, praying that who I thought this man was, wasn’t ‘him’...

I finally meet his gaze, chills running down my spine once I see… It's him.

I stare at him, & he stares at me, with his brown-ish pink looking eyes.

Wearing a black dress shirt with long sleeves folded up & buttoned a little above the elbows with a gold colored button holding the sleeve on each side of the pinned ends of the sleeves, along with a red-ish pink vest. Black dress pants, along with black dress shoes with white pointed ends & heels featured on them. Followed by a gold colored chain hung from one side of the vest to the other, as well as a black bowtie tugs around his neck. His head topped with some fancy sunglasses that had a quick shine in the dim lighting for just a second. And black & white belt around his waist.

He was tall, taller than Alastor actually, meaning he was definitely taller than you… intimidating even. He had a mix of a brown & tan-ish skin tone. A mexican-like mustache above his upper lip which matched his curly black hair that slicked back into a very small man bun that had a bit too much hair oil to the point where it would shimmer in the slightest of lighting. Including a golden tooth that shines with his overly oiled hair.

After a few seconds, you come to realize that this man is exactly who you hoped it wasn’t…

Valentino…

“Ay Mami, long time no see~” He said in a seductive tone as he turned your full body to his direction, one hand still on your arm, whilst the other free hand was firmly on your waist as his pearly white smile had the single gold tooth shinin in the light.

“What do you want? Weren’t you banned from this place?” You asked sternly, pushing yourself off of him, the look on your face taking the form of a stoic expression creating a mask that blocks his view of seeing that you're actually uncomfortable & uneasy, due to the rush of anxiety & fear smacking you in the face from when he had grabbed your wrist.

“You should know very well what I want.” He says in a low tone as you turn away in annoyance & frustration at his lustful desires, which only resulted in him pulling you close to him once again. “Why don’t we go to that dressing room you were just in huh?” He whispered into your ear, making you cringe as if you were just eating a whole spoonful of salt all in one bite.

“Yeah no, I’m good.” You said as you use a finger to push onto his forehead to create a larger distanced gap between both your heads, using your hands to then take his hands off of your waist to walk past him. “I’m not dealing with you again… I’m getting Hus-'' You were then cut off when you feel a sudden rush of pain to your head as you realize you have just been hit.

“You’re not getting that old bitch to protect you again.” He says as he brings a hand to your neck, gripping it tightly, causing your breathing to become difficult as you choke, silently gasping for air, bringing both of your hands to his, struggling to set them loose as he stares at you with his brunette reddish-pink, angry, & lustful gaze. “Do you understand?”

“No… hablo Ingles… Pendeja.” You managed to curse to him, your eyes narrowing in defense as a proud smirk plays on your face, finding it slightly funny while sending insults at the possible brink of death, revealing the hatred & amusement both from the hatred you feel towards his very being & his unsatisfied responses, not caring about how vulnerable you are at the moment. That’s one thing about you… One riskey trait you possess. Giving up was never an option to you, you always made sure you were the one on the right at the appropriate times, no matter the cause or consequence that occurs. {Translation: “I don’t… speak English… Asshole.}