gho(st)²ories (yan/obsessive chrollo x reader)

Doll

a/n: kinda unrealistic for every yandere darling to always fight back, especially if its someone as strong as Chrollo so enjoy my try at survival instinct

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You don't know how he found you or when he decided to take you for his own selfish needs.

The first time you saw him was after you woke up in his bed, having him taken you away from your own.

He ripped you from your life, making you present in his own.

You didn't know him but he knew you.

He knew which cards to play, what to say and do to make you a puppet.

You used to fight back in the beginning.

You used to refuse to do anything he told you to do, refused to wear the clothes he provided you with.

The jewels and treasures he gave you after being gone for a few days to weeks would go straight in the trash can out of protest.

When he asked you if you wanted or needed anything, you'd tell him the most expensive thing that came to your mind in hopes to somewhat hurt him even if it was just his bank account.

He got you all of those expensive things you asked for without a word back or argument.

When you were forced to wear the expensive clothes he so desperately wanted you to wear, after he secretly threw out your own clothes, you'd pick at them or stain them on purpose.

You thought he'd be bothered by it, annoyed to a point where he'd let you out this expensive cage.

But Chrollo Lucilfer was the kind of men that destroyed his toys once he was bored of them.

He told you this story once of an Island with people whose eyes would turn scarlet red if they felt strong emotions.

Their eye color was considered to be the most beautiful color in existence and after he heard of it he wanted them.

He slaughtered the entire Island to get those eyes.

He told you how he admired this giant collection of eyes for a while before he grew tired of them.

Some were sold, others were thrown away and some were destroyed to keep them rare and therefore pricy.

It was one of many stories along the lines of 'if something bores me, it'll be gone'.

And now you were terribly scared of Chrollo ever getting tired of you.

Technically, life with him wasn't too bad.

At least that's what you told yourself to make this all a bit easier for yourself, a cage is a cage after all even if it's made out of gold.

He got you everything you wanted or needed without hesitation, treating you like royalty.

When the evenings got chilly he would sit down on the couch with a book and pat on the empty spot next to him.

You'd lay down on your side, your head laying in his lap.

Mindless his fingers would brush through your hair, message your scalp while he read.

He'd reward you for this kind of behavior, for acting like you were in a relationship.

If you were good in playing pretend for a while, he'd take you outside.

He would call them dates, you'd call them at least a little bit of freedom.