Demigod X Reader: Interactive

Chapter 44

What am I doing here? you asked yourself. You turned onto your side, punching the pillow in hopes of making it comfortable. Is this really...real? You turned onto your stomach and punched the pillow again. Did Nico get food after leaving dinner? What other American dish do Italians hate?

While you were rolling onto your stomach and giving the pillow another beating, a soft knock came from the door. You froze in bed. Unsure of whether you heard something or not, you whispered, "Who is it?"

You heard another knock. Another soft knock.

Squinting your eyes at the door, you questioned why someone would visit you at a late hour. Curious about who it was and what they wanted, you rolled out of bed.

You tiptoed to the door. Another knock came from the door. Another soft knock. Insisting entrance.

Creeping open the door, you peeked at the visitor.

The first thing you noticed was the visitor's sweet expression. Despite the dark hallway, his eyes twinkled. His cheeks were rosy and his grin was small but sincere.

Shifting to the door's crack and tilting his head, he asked if he could come in. His manners were so nice, you couldn't say no. You took a step away to let him in.

The moonlight seemed to dim as he entered the room. You went to the dresser and began to fumble with a lamp to try to get more light.

"No," the visitor whispered to you as he eased the door closed. Raising your eyebrows, you questioned why he closed the door. "I understand this might feel weird and frightening, but I must insist the lights stay off," he explained as he gestured to the lamp your hands were still on. "Light will attract attention."

Before you could ask why you needed secrecy, you realized who the visitor was. In front of you stood Hunter.

You observed him, comparing him to who you had expected. From what his message was in Chapter 2, you pictured an intimidating, dominant, muscular guy that wore sunglasses indoors. Instead, Hunter seemed very sweet and considerate. You couldn't tell if he were muscular though. He wore a black turtleneck and black sweatpants, which did well to hide him in the dark.

As he pressed an ear to the door, you noticed his long hair. It wasn't boyband-rebel long, but rather like a sophisticated cultural look. His long, silky black hair was held back in a neat ponytail. You kinda envied his hair.

When he seemed satisfied with what he heard through the door, he took his ear off the door. "Good evening, (Y/N)," Hunter greeted.

"Hunter," you nodded your greeting.

His smile returned, pleased hearing you say his name. "Ah, you recognized me. I'm pleased." His smile weakened as he dropped his eyes. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"No, no," you assured him. You gestured to the pillow that lied on the floor near your bed. "You see that piece of crap I had to use as a pillow? I'm pretty sure a noose would be more comfortable."

He chuckled at your joke and walked to the pillow. "Do you mind?" he asked.

Curious about what he planned to do, you allowed him to do whatever with the pillow. You expected him to fluff it into a cloud or maybe even set it on fire and laugh as it turns to ashes. Instead, he hugged it to his chest, bowed his head, and closed his eyes. You could see his lips move as he said something.

Oh no, is he praying? Does that mean I'm part of a religious cult? Those are the most dangerous, you thought to yourself.

After a few seconds, he set it on the bed. In the moonlight, the pillow still looked like it came out of a one-star hotel, but you kept that to yourself. "Thank you," you said, biting your tongue before you could add "for whatever the heck you just did."