The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 7 - (The Wine)

After the unexpected visit from our new neighbor, Damien. Maia and I decided to venture out and explore the town surrounding the manor. We were both eager to get a feel for the local community and see what the area had to offer.

We started our outing by strolling through the charming main street, popping into a few local cafes and boutiques. The town had a cozy, welcoming atmosphere, with friendly shopkeepers and the aroma of freshly baked goods wafting through the air.

"Ooh, this place has the cutest vintage dresses!" Maia exclaimed, dragging me into a small clothing shop. We spent the next half-hour browsing the racks, trying on various outfits and giggling like schoolgirls.

As we continued our stroll, we stumbled upon a delightful little bakery, where we indulged in some decadent pastries and strong, aromatic coffee. The owner, a kindly older woman, chatted with us about the history of the town and recommended a few must-see spots.

Feeling energized from our caffeine and sugar fix, Maia and I decided to explore a charming-looking thrift store we had passed earlier. The moment we stepped inside, we were surrounded by a treasure trove of vintage finds and unique curiosities.

"This place is like a goldmine!" Maia whispered excitedly, already rifling through a rack of vintage dresses.

As I browsed the shelves, something caught my eye – a beautifully ornate, antique vase. I carefully picked it up, admiring the intricate design and the weight of the piece in my hands.

"Ooh, find something good?" Maia asked, sidling up beside me.

I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "I think this might be a hidden gem."

Just then, a familiar face caught my eye from across the store. It was Damien, our new neighbor, perusing the shelves with a thoughtful expression. Maia elbowed me playfully, waggling her eyebrows.

"Looks like your admirer is out and about too," she teased in a hushed tone.

I rolled my eyes, quickly turning my attention back to the vase. "Let's just keep browsing, shall we?"

Maia chuckled but obliged, and we continued our exploration of the thrift store, carefully avoiding Damien's vicinity.

By the time we returned to the manor, our arms were laden with our thrifty finds. As we stepped through the front door, I noticed the bottle of wine that Damien had gifted us earlier sitting on the entryway table.

"Ooh, let's crack that open and have a celebratory drink!" Maia suggested, already reaching for the bottle.

But as she picked it up, the glass suddenly shattered in her hands, sending shards and wine cascading to the floor.

"Oh, shit!" Maia exclaimed, jumping back in surprise.

I rushed to her side, quickly ushering her away from the mess. "Are you okay? Did you get cut?"

Maia inspected her hands, relieved to find no injuries. "No, I'm fine. But what the hell happened?"

I shook my head, bending down to examine the broken bottle. "I have no idea. Maybe it was just a faulty cork or something."

As we cleaned up the spill, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. The wine had been a thoughtful gesture from our new neighbor, and now it was ruined. But I pushed those feelings aside, focusing on the task at hand and the exciting finds we had uncovered during our day of exploration.

After the unexpected shattering of the wine bottle that Damien had gifted us, Maia and I decided we were in need of a drink. Rather than venture out, we opted to explore the wine cellar located right here in the manor.

As we made our way down to the basement, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. I had discovered the wine cellar during my earlier explorations of the house, and I was eager to delve deeper into this hidden gem.

The cool, dimly lit space was lined with rows of carefully curated bottles, each one a testament to the family's winemaking legacy. The air was thick with the scent of oak and the faint aroma of fermented grapes, creating an atmosphere of timeless elegance.

"Whoa, this place is amazing," Maia breathed, her eyes wide as she took in the impressive collection. "I feel like we just stumbled into some kind of secret lair."

I chuckled, running my fingers along the dusty labels. "It's certainly a far cry from some random liquor store."

Maia and I spent several minutes carefully perusing the shelves, our fingers tracing the intricate designs on the bottles. The selection was truly impressive, ranging from rare vintages to more approachable everyday wines.

"Okay, so what are we feeling?" Maia asked, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Something bold and full-bodied? Or maybe a nice, crisp white?"

I considered the options, my gaze settling on a particularly intriguing label. "How about this one?" I suggested, carefully extracting a bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild from the rack.

Maia's eyes widened. "Whoa, fancy pants. You sure we should be cracking open a bottle that expensive?"

I shrugged, a mischievous smile tugging at my lips. "Well, we are the lady of the manor now. Might as well live it up a little, right?"

Maia grinned, nodding in agreement. "I like the way you think, Y/N."

With our carefully selected bottle in hand, Maia and I made our way back upstairs, eager to enjoy the fruits of our labor. As we settled into the plush living room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over me.

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