Kidnapper || Male OC X Reader

July 31st

It continues on like this for a few days. Theodore comes to your room, unlocks the door, brings you meals and sits while you eat them. You make small attempts to talk to him, but after the first day you realise there's no use. He doesn't want to talk to you. He's mad at you. You tell yourself that he's right to be upset with you, he opened up to you and what did you do? You ruined it all by trying to run away when he was vulnerable.

Today, you decide to speak to him again, to try and get him to say something to you, you feel uneasy with this silence between you. Your ears perk up as you hear the familiar sound of the padlock being unlocked then removed. You quickly sit up on your bed, crossing your legs as you do so, staring at the door, waiting for him to enter.

As he does, you try your best to act somewhat normal with him, you shoot him a smile, which he swiftly ignores, as he hands you a bowl of cereal. He sets some bottles of water and some juice down on your dresser, and takes a seat on the chair in the corner, as he's been doing for the past couple of days now. You slowly begin to eat your breakfast, your heart pounding so loud you can hear each beat ringing through your eardrums.

"Theodore, please talk to me. I'll be good. I promise."

You plead, glancing over at him. His gaze is fixated on his hands, as his fingers idly fiddle together in his lap. You study him, the way he's sat, the sadness in his eyes, the slump of his shoulders, while you eat. Your heart pangs with guilt for what you've done, you know rationally you shouldn't feel as bad as you do, but you can't help yourself. You were actually starting to like him, you were starting to get along with him.

"Theodore. Please."

You plead with him again, your voice breaking slightly.

He can't help but meet your gaze as he hears the tell-tale sadness in your voice as it cracks. Every part of him wants to rush over there, hold you, kiss your head and tell you it's fine. In reality, it wasn't fine, not to Theodore. It was far from being fine. He was still angry. He really thought that maybe you had started to enjoy being around him, maybe you had started to enjoy the visits from him, and the two of you had a connection, stupid him for thinking so.

'God, how could I be so dumb?'

It's what he's started thinking to himself on a daily basis. Of course there was nothing blossoming between the two of you, of course you would never feel the same for him as he felt for you. Of course it was all one sided, and he thinks that's what has hurt him the most. The reality of that finally sinking in for him.

His gaze drops from yours, and you continue to eat. Once you're finished, he walks over to you, taking the bowl from your hand. There's a brief moment where your fingers graze against each others, and you both feel the electricity from the touch. Your eyes meet, and it almost makes his resolve crumble.

He quickly leaves the room, locking the door again behind him. He leans against the door for a moment, letting out the breath he didn't realise he was holding. He wants to go back in, he wants to speak to you again, but there's no point anymore. What's done is done.

And with that, you hear as he leaves the apartment fully, shutting the front door behind himself loudly.