Lovely - Jeff the Killer x Reader (🚧)

Trust (2024)

"I could. But would I?" He asked lowly. His lips grazed my ear, my eyes fluttering closed as I focused on the tingling feeling now radiating through me. His hands gripped my arms, preventing me from moving away even if I tried.

I didn't want to. I found myself actually leaning in, feeling as though I was watching someone else control me, only able to watch through my own eyes. Nothing felt real, except his touch.

"You know you would if you had the chance." I exhaled shakily, feeling his hand slide down to meet mine, his touch tender once again. He was such a confusion man, I would never expect him to be capable of being caring.

I felt like he could hear my heart thumping against my ribs, I know I certainly could.

"I did have the chance. I had a whole nights worth of time to stab into your chest. Rip your throat out. Carve my name into your stomach. But, I didn't. I had all this time to kill you, but I haven't once thought about acting on it." His voice was sobering, citing various ways to end my life. All of which I'd seen in his victims, time after time again. The actions I had thought so heinous and cruel were now being whispered into my ear, the man who committed said acts making my knees weak as he listed them.

"Why haven't you?" I asked, hardly above a whisper. The tension between us was palpable, nearly drowning me. How could someone like him of all people affect me so much?

"I haven't quite figured that out yet. I honestly thought about asking to just stay here for now, but I'm sure you won't want me around anymore after this." He sighed, backing away from me. I looked up at him, nearly reaching back out. I didn't want him away from me.

I shouldn't want him near me, he's right.

But I do.

"You can still stay here - if you want." I offered quickly, spitting the words out before I even registered them. He looked nearly as surprised as I was before the typical egotistical attitude of his returned.

"Oh... what's this? Catching feelings for the big bad murderer?" He teased, gripping my jaw. It took everything in me to not melt at the touch.

I rolled my eyes instead, having to force the action at this point.

"What? In your dreams, douche bag." I muttered, weakly attempting to push his hand away. I didn't want to feed into his ego, but dammit did he have me wrapped around his finger. He simply laughed at me.

His attitude changes so quickly that it's hard to keep up with.

One second he's telling me all the ways he could kill me, sounding so cold about the idea, the next he's back to teasing me. I can't keep up.

He's the same man I've watched closely for years, it's just so different actually seeing his personality.

Ruthless, heartless, diabolical, pure evil.

But even then, he hasn't shown much aggression towards me directly.

"What are you thinking so hard about, pretty girl?" He asked, just inches from my face now, eyes wandering over my features. I felt my face flush, jumping as he broke me free from my thoughts. I stepped back a bit and sighed, desperately needing to catch my breath. He seemed disappointed at the space between us, as was I, but it was hard to stay so close.

"Don't do that." I muttered, allowing my lungs to fill with air for what felt like the first time in hours. Glancing back up at him, I caught him once again blatantly checking me out, making me cross my arms in insecurity.

"Why not? Are you seriously scared of me?" He questioned, a certain look in his eye as he watched me cover myself. I scoffed, getting sick of the question and sick of my own indecision. He was a fucking psychopathic murderer...yet I wasn't actually feeling fear anymore around him.