"You still haven't answered my question."
Oliver shrugged.
"Does it really matter what I want?"
Just as (Y/n) was retorting, the taller spoke over him.
"Anyway, where are you heading?"
(Y/n) scoffed; watching Oliver pull a cigar box from his pants pocket. He took one cigar out and put the box back.
"Why should I tell you?"
Yellow-green eyes glanced down at him, gently taking a guillotine cutter out of a pocket in his waistcoat. The (h/c) flinched as Oliver cut the cap off with a cruel snap.
Oliver placed the cigar between his teeth before pushing his cutter back into his waistcoat. A matchbox was produced from his other pants pocket. He struck a match against the rough fence, cupping his hand around the flame as he lit his cigar.
Shaking the used match out, he tossed what little remained of it into the snow.
"It's sorta my business to know."
His voice was a bit muffled from the cigar between his lips. (Y/n) felt himself getting annoyed.
"Yeah... right. Well, whatever this is, it's over."
The woods looked much more inviting thanks to Oliver's sudden appearance.
"Is it?"
"Yes."
"Hm. What a shame."
(Y/n) spluttered when a cloud of dark cigar smoke was blown into his face; tears pricking his eyes from the smell alone.
"Well, I hope you weren't actually planning on going in there."
The taller tilted his head in the direction of Ringberg Woods.
"W-Why do you say that? Is there... s-something..."
The words were choked out between a few rough coughs. Whatever Oliver was smoking, it was very strong.
"That's confidential info, toots. Let's just say... Ringberg isn't the safest place right now. Not for little rabbits like yourself; wandering around all alone at nightfall. My boss wouldn't like it."
(Y/n) turned his head away just as the taller blew another cloud of smoke at him. The golden light overhead had already become a dark violet, soon threatening to become a starry night sky.
(E/c) pools watched his own breath become a ghostly white fog, dancing like dragon's breath before disappearing into nothing. His fingers nervously wrung around the handles of his bag.
Oliver smirked, yellow-green eyes full of sardonic mirth.
"Better to go home and get cozy in bed, wouldn't you agree? The snowstorm won't be over until morning. I'd hate for you to get lost."
The (h/c) paused for a moment before lightly shaking his head.
"I... I need to go through Ringberg. I'm..."
Should he really say?
Would Oliver even... care?
(Y/n) closed his eyes, upset that he'd need to share his personal business with a stranger just to be allowed into some stupid woods.
"I need to get to my grandmother's cottage."
Oliver scoffed, taking a long drag of his cigar.
"Then just go around."
(Y/n) grit his teeth, annoyance bubbling in his chest.
"I can't. She lives inside Ringberg, not on the other side of it..."
The taller choked on an inhale of smoke; coughing with wide eyes.
"Someone lives in there?!"
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Crimson Red
General Fiction(I'm an author on Wattpad, if you are reading this on a different website it is stolen) Hoc est quod lupus quaerit, et sic praeda effugere non potest. "Your warm red blood, it calls me..." Yandere male × Male red riding hood reader (no art belongs t...
