PSYCHOPATHIC || ALASTOR x FEM READER

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WON'T YOU SHAKE MY HAND? PT.2

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ALASTOR'S POV

I was still disturbed by the idea of betting her soul, the mere idea of her being owned by someone else irks me more than i thought i would, especially how she reacted! so casual, that if I didn't heard her, i would have thought that she was talking about offering tea and snacks!

And so, i requested a room for us to talk, While Valentino bustled with his phone calling someone to play in his stead.

I was rattled, yes. Safe to say that i wasn't just rattled.

I can't accept the idea that someone would own her other than me. I noticed that my mind was already stuck to the notion that i own her, even without her soul in my grasp. The idea that i have a tight leash on her, without me interfering with her thoughts or manipulation. It made me exhilarated just thinking that i had such a tight hold on you.

I heavily closed the door, a few cracks appeared against the wall, forming a web, a great testament of my mood. I turned to her with a scowl, my smile almost dropping.

“Your soul? as a betting chip?” I growled with rage as i cornered you, all the while eyeing you dangerously.

“Hmm? you don't trust me?” She casually said with a teasing grin on her face.

Casually leaning against the wall, her whole form was giving out the word ‘Leisure’ and with such an utter lack of regard of her own soul, it only made my inside churn in scalding heat. How could she? How dare her!

“You soul is out of the question!”

I swiped my claws uncontrollably at the wall behind her as pent up rage was starting to go out of control. I tried to gather myself, however, thoughts about your soul kept stringing my mind and i could only do so much.

I already entered my partial demon for while towering over you, looking down, your eyes still held that same look that you gave me at the balcony, it was full of admiration and obsession. How could you not fear me? Why not scream away from me?

My claws found its way towards your neck, encircling it but didn't tighten. My grip was slack and i narrowed my eyes at you threateningly.

“You're thinking about owning my soul instead?” I heard her whisper.

I saw her smiling sweetly and held my hand that was holding her neck, faintly caressing comfortingly. The rage that boiled all over my head calmed down and i was back to normal, but still, i did not take back my hand that was still holding her and instead tightened it, enough to let her feel the threat of lacking air.