𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧 X Reader (Dark/Angst)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 ✶ 𝟎𝟐

Two weeks have passed since your strange little adventure, and now, with the weekend stretching before you, you're free once again. The last couple of weeks had been consumed by the mundane task of getting settled into your new job—endless paperwork, meeting colleagues you could barely remember, and the general routine of adulthood that, despite its predictability, somehow always managed to irritate you.

But through all of that, your mind kept drifting back to them. The boys you'd encountered. Especially him.

Ritsu.

The thought of his name alone causes a strange flutter in your chest, an unwelcome warmth spreading through your body. It's ridiculous—insane, even—how much the image of him has invaded your thoughts. Two weeks. Two damn weeks since you saw him, and yet his face, his trembling hands, his innocent eyes were burned into your memory like some kind of brand. It's not just curiosity that's pulling at you anymore; it's something deeper, darker. Something that gnaws at you when you're trying to sleep, when you're idly going through the motions of your day.

You don't want to admit it, but it's more than just passing interest.

This isn't good, you tell yourself as you stare at the ceiling late into the night. You can feel the weight of your own thoughts pressing down on you, like a storm gathering in the back of your mind, ready to break. I shouldn't be thinking about him like this.

But you are.

He was too easy to think about. Too easy to picture. For someone like you—someone dangerous. Someone who could easily use someone like him.

You feel it again, the gnawing sensation in the pit of your stomach that had kept you restless the previous night. It had started as a simple ache, a vague, uncomfortable need that you tried to ignore. But as the hours had worn on, it had grown worse, until your hands were trembling with the desire to do something about it.

And you had.

You'd spent the night tossing and turning, your thoughts slipping back to Ritsu over and over, no matter how hard you tried to push him away. His face haunted you, that wide-eyed look of fear, of confusion... of trust. It was that trust, that naivety, that stuck with you the most. It made your pulse race, your skin grow hot. You had tried to control yourself, but before you knew it, your hand had slipped down your heated body, sliding into the waistband of your pajamas as you imagined what it would be like to see him again.

It didn't take long for you to lose control, for that overwhelming need to take over completely.

This wasn't foreign to you. This need. This all-consuming desire to dominate, to control, to make someone yours. You knew what it was. You knew the signs all too well.

But this time... it was different, wasn't it?

It's a little weird, you think to yourself, staring up at the dark ceiling, your body still humming from the aftermath of your restless night. Meeting someone once, and then getting this stuck on them?

The rational part of your brain—what little of it remains—tells you that this is nothing more than a passing obsession. It's not like you haven't experienced this before. You've met plenty of people in your life who stirred something in you, ignited that spark of dangerous desire, but it always faded eventually. Always burned itself out.

But this time, it feels different.

You can't stop thinking about him. The way he looked at you, the way he flinched when you touched his shoulder, and the way he still lingered in your mind like a sweet, irresistible temptation.