𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒;
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➤【 yandere adultrio x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, under the guise of a reaper, a woman applies to be a Hunter whilst trying to evade three killers who seem to want nothing more than for her to be...
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ILLUMI stood over (Y/N)'s sleeping body in the hotel room that she had booked, having not even bothered to ask him what he would do since he most likely would continue to follow her anyways. She could tell that he was someone who did as he pleased, whether it be killing someone or just stalking them.
She was prescribed to the latter.
She hadn't bothered to remove her cloak when falling asleep since she was quite tired after her rather tedious day. However, she tried to bury such thoughts since they were useless to her. Unfortunately, it seemed as if she wasn't hiding it as well as she thought she was since her exhaustion was the very reason why Illumi was standing over her now, his blank eyes staring her down.
He could tell that something was wrong with her.
He just didn't know what.
However, something irked him about the whole situation, his hands itching to touch and examine her, to figure out what exactly was happening to him.
He couldn't understand it.
(Y/N) at first had been nothing but an intriguing specimen to study, especially when she claimed to be the elusive and immortal Reaper, a literal harbinger of death who had killed thousands. Even though he now knew her as a woman, he still didn't even know her true name. Despite not wanting to admit it, he already had a feeling that Hisoka, the one whom he had followed to find (Y/N) again, already knew of her name, along with Chrollo, the leader of the Phantom Troupe Hisoka was involved in
He couldn't feel.
He shouldn't feel.
Yet in that moment, a type of darkness clawed within him that threatened to be released.
His interest in (Y/N) had grown so twisted to the point that he wasn't even sure he could continue on if she wasn't by his side. The urge to observe her—every side of her—was so strong that he was sure he had been driven mad by how often he thought of her. She was a disease that was slowly consuming him until nothing was left.
He only desired her.
Reaching his hand out, wishing to unveil her face that continued to be hidden by her cloak he was increasingly beginning to think of as insufferable, his eyes widened upon what he saw: an arm, removed of its bandages that she had always donned, to reveal winding scars up the (S/C) skin.
His breath hitched.
For so long had he craved the ability to see what she was so desperately trying to hide.
Now, she couldn't hide.
And now, he was able to see.
But just as quickly as Illumi was able to uncover what had been eating away at him every waking hour, it was gone just as quickly when (Y/N)'s hand snatched out and grabbed his arm that had unconsciously been creeping towards her hood. Sitting up abruptly, (Y/N) glared at him, but all Illumi could do was just stare at her.
"What... do you think you're doing?" She demanded of him in a low tone.
"Why do you hide your scars, (L/N)?" Illumi instead asked, finding a small part of him in disbelief that she would hide something he found himself enraptured by. "You said you hid them because of what they reminded you of, but I still don't understand it when they look... so beautiful."
"You should not have seen them," she shook her hand, abruptly standing and shoving him backwards. "You never should have."
"Yet I have, so what now?"
(Y/N) turned back to meet Illumi's almost soulless black eyes, her jaw clenching as she saw absolutely no remorse for his actions. But he was a murderer and an assassin, so she knew not to expect anything, instead letting out a slow breath as she calmed herself down. Whenever she felt someone's gaze on her and her bandages had been removed, it was as if thousands of bugs were crawling upon her.
It was a horrid feeling.
She despised it.
But now there were so many who had been able to see her at her weakest.
"I cannot answer that question," she finally murmured as she turned away from him, as if not even able to bear it."I don't see the reason behind your wanting to observe me. I should be no further use to you now, should I? After all... you've seen everything now."
"What... do you mean by that?" Illumi asked, his tone darkening at her already implied meaning—something he wished not to accept.
"I'm sure you already know."
Illumi was suddenly in front of her, forcing her to look at him again. His expression was one of unhinged defiance, his brows crooked whilst his dark eyes reflected a type of warped puzzlement and denial, his lips then twisting into a threatening scowl. He was anything but pleased at the moment, especially since it seemed that (Y/N) was once more trying to leave him.
"I don't think... you understand what it is I'm trying to do," he began lowly, veins scrawling across his pale skin as he tried to hone in his agitation, something that was failing him miserably. "You don't have a choice when it comes to my presence. No matter where you go, nor no matter how far it is you run, I will always find you. You'll never be rid of me. Never."
(Y/N) stared down at him.
She could tell he meant every word that he said, her muscles tensing the longer he stared at her.
I see now.
I've hypothesized this, but... it's much more intense than I thought—his 'interest' in me.
"You can try and obtain me, Illumi, but know that I'll always be just out of reach," she whispered into his ear after leaning forward, not seeming to care about the way Illumi's grin merely widened at her statement.
"That's just what is addicting about you, (L/N)," he uttered in response.
