Bound (Hazbin Hotel x Male Reader)

Chapter 15

Putting his hands up to the door, (Y/N) found himself hesitating abit to knock. Feeling the pressure in the air that seemed to mirror his own emotions of uncertainty and worry. This wasn't the first time that Carmilla called him over for a talk specially after an extermination has happened, but there's something about this that felt different... Something that felt heavier. 

Letting out a small sigh, he finally let his fist hit the door, the sound of the knock seeming to reverberate in the entirety of the corridor. He didn't hear anyone answer from the other side, but he turned the knob and pushed the office entrance open regardless. 

The room seem to give a sigh of it's own as the air was let out from the inside. Stepping forward and looking around the room, his eyes scanned for anything that might be out of place. Finding it all seeming normal until his gaze landed on the woman typing away at her keyboard with her hair fully down at the other end of the office. Her form seemingly too focused on her work or going through all of the damages to notice his arrival. 

Realizing this (Y/N) slowly started making his way over, his light footsteps, although quiet, seeming to still echo all around them. His presence making itself know as Carmilla's head quickly whipped in his direction with a face filled with frustration, although immediately dropping to calm the moment her white irises met his (E/C) one's. 

Carmilla stopped, frozen in place somewhat caught off guard even if she's the one who called him here in the first place. Her head seemingly trying to make up anything to say or where to start with explaining what has happened, but the words betrayed her and never came. 

So instead, Carmilla stood up and made her way over. Her footsteps heavy on the carpeted floor, a stark contrast to the person making his way towards her. All the while her thoughts scrambled to put together words of how much of a mess she's caused the day before. 

Coming to a stop only a few inches from one another, (Y/N) simply looked into her eyes in worry. Seeing the internal struggle going on in her head, it seemed like the extermination was happening all over again, and to Carmilla, that might actually be the case as she replayed yesterday's events over and over again.

Even through this though, (Y/N) let her take her time, not asking what happened yet, not rushing to what might be wrong, but trusting that she'll start to explain once all the pieces are together. 

Carmilla's features though turned to that of uncertainty and hesitation, a look that she'll never let anyone else see on her normally calm face. It was a look (Y/N) has understood over the years as a need for help, a need for encouragement whether it's a small push to make a choice or an opinion that'll guide her in making big decisions. In this case it was a plea, a way to help find her voice and let out all the answers.

Reaching out to Carmilla, (Y/N) takes hold of her right hand before slowly raising it up abit and caressing it. Her eyes following his movements without any restraint as the gentle feeling of his thumb running along her skin created a sense of calm as it always did. 

(Y/N)'s other hand raised to Carmilla's chin and guided her eyes back to his before giving her a small reassuring smile. One that always seem to help her find her footing as she watched the boy in front of her take a small breath

🎶Why don't you trace it on my hand, 
Or make a song, 
Do anything🎶

(Y/N) Started, his voice gentle and patient as he raised both their hands in level with their shoulder and slowly moved it to have their palms meet each other in the center.