His Dangerous Obsession [A Wednesday Fanfic]

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He was jealous of the normie and furious as his hands settled on her hips. The normie had done nothing but he could do nothing as he felt his blood bubbling beneath his skin as his fingers itched to feel the warmth of her skin. It had been weeks since the incident and ever since the feeling of her skin had remained burned into the pads of his fingers and the heart of his palm. The feel of her warm breath on his lips had carved a permanent cave in the deep recesses of his mind, stubborn and unrelenting, cropping up at the worst times.

Like now, for instance. He had come with a normie girl – one he hardly knew – and he was acutely aware of the dagger-like glare she was giving him. But he couldn't dance. Not with her dancing only a few feet away with a normie boy running his hands all over her hips, straying dangerously close to territory that would result in him losing a hand. Whether or not he would lose it to her or him, Elouan wasn't quite sure. Not that he cared. The normie would be relieved of a hand and would never go anywhere near her again.

"You wanna dance," his partner asked, slipping her arm through his in hopes of dragging him onto the dance floor.

Elouan shrugged her arm off. "No." He had hoped that inviting the girl would make Y/N jealous, jealous enough to forget her date and come crawling to him, but as he stood on the edge of the dance floor, he realised how stupid he had been. Y/N had never been one to suffer a fool. She hadn't even glanced his way as she entered the dance. Her eyes hadn't spared him a second, but they hadn't gone to her date either. At least her hand mirror still seemed to hold most of her attention.

His date released his arm and stalked off, muttering incoherently. Elouan felt pity for the girl for a moment, but as soon as his gaze returned to the dance floor, all thoughts of the girl disappeared. All thoughts left his mind as the light of the dance floor caught the dip in her throat and the swell and curves of Y/N's torso. Even the light was mocking him now.

Elouan cursed, louder than he had intended, and stormed out onto the floor. He had tried suffering through his jealousy but now he had no interest in that. He would have this dance and if the normie tried to stop him, he would have blood under his nails by the end of the night.

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The first chapter is to be published on September 4th.
Stay tuned!

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[male! Enid x fem! reader]

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