Charlize Theron Characters x Male Reader - One Shots

Stolen Goods - Cipher (Pt.1)

I moved through the dark corridors of Cipher's lair like a ghost, my footsteps silent, my breaths controlled. I'd trained for years for missions like this, but never once thought I'd be using my skills to sneak up on her. My ex-girlfriend. The infamous Cipher.

Our past was complicated, a twisted mess of passion and betrayal. We had a good run until her ambition outgrew anything I could handle. She was always the wild one, chasing power and control, while I had my limits. We were fire and gasoline, burning hot but destined to destroy each other. So I walked away, or rather, she let me go, with that cold, calculating smile of hers. That smile still haunted me.

And now, here I was, creeping back into her life like a shadow, because she'd taken something from my crew. I didn't care about her villainous schemes anymore, but when she messes with my guys, that's where I draw the line.

I knocked out a couple of her guards on the way in, nothing too brutal—just quick, clean takedowns. I wasn't here for blood. Not yet, anyway. I moved through her fortress like I knew it better than my own home. And maybe I did, having spent countless nights by her side, exploring every inch of her domain back then. It was a strange feeling—nostalgia mixing with a rising sense of betrayal.

My heart pounded a little harder as I approached the door to her control room, the last barrier between me and her. But before I could step inside, I spotted a figure out of the corner of my eye. A man. Beard, long hair, big build. I moved on instinct, grabbing him, my knife pressed to his throat in a split second. He didn't even flinch, didn't fight back.

"Move," I growled low in his ear, dragging him with me. He walked obediently, not a hint of resistance. It was almost too easy.

I had a bad feeling about this guy.

As we entered the control room, the familiar hum of Cipher's machines and blinking screens filled the air. She sat in her throne-like chair, back turned to me, but she knew I was there. I could feel it. She was always one step ahead, even when she wasn't looking. Her fingers danced over her keyboard, calm and methodical. Like she hadn't just stolen from me. Like she hadn't just pissed me off.

I shoved the guy forward. "Is this your new boyfriend?"

Cipher finally spun her chair around, her icy blue eyes locking onto mine with that same familiar spark. Amusement. Maybe a bit of surprise, but mostly that cold, unshakeable composure.

"You know," I continued with a smirk, pointing at the guy, "your boyfriend looks like a girlfriend I had a couple years ago." I chuckled, shaking my head. "I'm getting worried about your taste, darling."

Her lips curled into a small, thin smile. "Still the same smartass. It's nice to see some things never change, am I right Y/n"

"Cut the crap, Cipher. What'd you take from my guys?"

"Does it really matter? You're here now, which is what you wanted all along." She stood up from her chair, taking a few slow, deliberate steps toward me. Her gaze flickered to the man beside me, her supposed new lover. "Let him go."

I kept the knife close to him, but I could tell something was off. The guy wasn't scared. Not even a little. "What, afraid I'll hurt your boy toy?"

Cipher sighed. "We both know you're not going to do anything rash. You never could with me."

She wasn't wrong. Even now, even after everything, I couldn't quite bring myself to go full force against her. As much as I hated to admit it, there was still something there. Something between us.

"Here's the deal," I said, stepping forward, knife still at the ready. "You return what you stole, and I walk away. No blood, no war. Simple."

She tilted her head, calculating. "And if I say no?"

I leaned in, letting the knife edge graze her new man's throat just enough to send a message. "Then we do this the hard way."

Cipher studied me for a long moment, then slowly, too slowly, she nodded. "Alright," she said softly, "I'll give it back. But you know this isn't about your crew. It never was."

I frowned, my grip tightening on the guy, though I knew I didn't really have the upper hand here. "Then what's it about, Cipher?"

Before she could answer, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my stomach.

I gasped. My eyes shot down to see the guy's hand gripping a blade buried deep in my gut. I hadn't even seen him move.

"Shit!" I stumbled back, the knife slipping from my hand as I clutched at the wound, blood already seeping through my fingers.

Cipher's eyes went wide with shock, her composure shattering in an instant. "What the hell are you doing?" she snapped at the man.

I fell to my knees, the pain spreading, the warmth of the blood running down my side. It hurt more than anything I'd ever felt. My vision blurred, and I fought to stay conscious, but the pain was overwhelming. "Son of a... bitch," I muttered, trying to act tough, like I always did. But it was different this time. This wasn't just a scrape or a bullet graze. This was deep.

Cipher rushed over to me, her cold, detached demeanor gone, replaced by something I hadn't seen in her in years—panic. She knelt beside me, pressing her hands against my wound. "Stay with me. Don't you dare die on me."

I let out a shaky breath, laughing bitterly through the pain. "What... you care now?"

"I never stopped caring, you idiot," she hissed, but there was fear in her voice. Real fear. "I didn't want this. He wasn't supposed to—"

I coughed, blood dripping from my mouth now, my body trembling. "Yeah... sure... blame the new guy." I tried to keep the bravado up, tried to stay cheeky, but it was slipping fast. My heart raced, pounding in my chest, and I couldn't control my breathing. Each inhale felt harder than the last.

"I—Cipher... I don't..." I choked on the words. For the first time in my life, I was scared. Really, truly scared. I was going to die here. I could feel it. The fear clawed its way up my throat, my chest tightening as I hyperventilated. "I don't wanna die..."

She leaned closer, her face inches from mine. "You're not going to die, okay? Just hold on."

But her voice was shaking, and I knew she didn't believe it.

Tears blurred my vision, and I couldn't hold them back anymore. They spilled down my cheeks, and I hated myself for it. I hadn't cried in years, not since I was a kid. But now... here I was, sobbing like a damn child in front of her. "Cipher, I—"

"Shh, stop talking," she whispered, her hands trembling as she pressed harder on the wound, but the blood kept pouring out. "You're going to be fine, you hear me? You're going to be fine."

I grabbed her wrist weakly, my grip barely there. "I still love you..." I breathed, my voice cracking. The words were out before I could stop them, but I didn't care anymore. I was dying. What else was there to lose?

Her face twisted with emotion, something I hadn't seen from her in so long. Her tough, unbreakable mask had shattered, and for a brief second, I saw the woman I'd fallen in love with years ago. The one who, underneath all the villainy and madness, still had a heart.

"I love you too," she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes, though she blinked them away quickly.

I smiled weakly, though it hurt like hell. "Liar..."

She shook her head. "No... I'm not lying." Her voice was soft, breaking. She pressed her forehead to mine, her breath warm against my skin. "I never lied about that."

My vision faded in and out, my body going cold. The pain was starting to numb, and that scared me even more. I didn't want to go. Not like this. Not here, in front of her.

"Cipher..." I gasped, my breaths shallow, my chest tightening. "I'm... scared..."

She held my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her. "Don't you dare close your eyes. Stay with me."

But I couldn't. My body was giving up. My vision blurred completely, darkness creeping in from the edges. My heart pounded one last time before everything went black.