IDOL (Yandere Male x Male Reader)

ACT 11: Lucian

TW: Mature Content

Status: Unedited.

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(M/n) was panicking, his heart pounding erratically, every nerve in his body buzzing with dread. He had called Lucian over and over, each unanswered attempt amplifying the icy fear gripping him. Ten missed calls, and Lucian still hadn’t responded. Not that it could be compared to Lucian's 90 missed calls. But still! Swallowed by a suffocating silence, (M/n) could only imagine the CEO’s cold, unrelenting fury simmering on the other end. But then, finally, the line clicked, and Lucian’s voice emerged, low and distant, only intensifying the void.

“Yes?”

The single syllable carried a weight that crushed him. For a heartbeat, (M/n) could only listen, paralyzed, feeling the intensity of Lucian’s silence bearing down on him like a storm gathering strength.

“I… I’m so sorry for not updating you last night,” he began, stumbling over his words, his apology tangled in his throat. He fumbled for the doorknob, pushing open the door to their shared living space. “ I wasn’t well that time-’

Opening up the door. He froze. 

What he saw inside made his blood run cold. Lucian sat on the edge of the couch, posture as sharp as a knife's edge, one leg crossed over the other. His usually pristine look was undone—hair ruffled, his shirt half-unbuttoned and untucked, his undershirt rumpled beneath. The tie he always wore perfectly knotted now hung loosely around his neck like a noose. His blazer had been carelessly thrown to the floor, and papers were scattered across the coffee table, an empty glass of whiskey tilting dangerously close to the edge. The room was a chaotic mess, as if reflecting the hurricane beneath his calm exterior. It was a huge mess.

(M/n) swallowed, forcing himself to step closer despite every instinct screaming at him to retreat. "Lucian... Aren’t you supposed to be in Italy? Why are you back home?” His voice wavered, sounding small even to his own ears.

Lucian’s gaze lifted slowly, pinning (M/n) in place. His expression was unreadable, his crimson eyes darkens, glinting with something that made (M/n)’s stomach twist painfully. He ignored the question entirely, letting the heavy silence stretch until (M/n) felt the urge to flinch.

“You were at Kai’s place,” Lucian said finally, his voice a soft but deadly whisper. "What were you doing?”

(M/n)'s breath caught in his throat. His mind raced, grasping for an answer, but all that came out was a strangled, “I-I…”. His fear overcoming his ability to speak. 'How did he know?' He wondered.

Lucian’s gaze narrowed, as if peeling back every layer of his hesitation, dissecting each tremor in his voice. He was exposed, cornered, with nowhere to hide from the quiet fury radiating from Lucian like a wildfire ready to consume him.

“Come here,” Lucian ordered, the command laced with an unspoken threat, leaving no room for disobedience. ”You know…. You're antics made me cancel meetings in Italy and flew back here as soon as I can”. The CEO said his eye piercing never leaving the idol.