You're MY Property |Mafia! Male x Fem! Reader x Yandere! Male|

20

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

I stared at the door. He'd be back. He always comes in without asking. I heard the weight of the floorboards creek as light shoes making contact with the floor was made.

As he neared, I tried deciding on if I should stay sitting up or fake my sleep. If I faked my sleep, I'll avoid confrontation (for now at least) but if I do that I won't be able to ask him to leave. His shadow stood behind the door as the doorknob jiggled. I quickly laid back down and pretended to sleep. I'll see when I can 'wake up'

"[y/n], love, are you awake?" He gently asked as he sat himself down next to me in the bed. He placed the back of his hand on my forehead. I crinkled my nose as I sleepily opened my eyes "what?" I asked as I purposely made my voice sound groggy. The corners of his mouth slightly lifted as he repeated himself, "I asked if you're awake but it seems that you are" I slowly sat myself up as I began to be weary of his calm demeanor. I didn't dare make myself appear fearful incase I'd make the wrong move. "I'm glad you came in. I wanted ask you when I can leav-" "I have something I want to ask you. Did you see anything?" He cut me off quickly. I'm not surprised anymore. He always gets like this when I mention leaving.

"..like what?" I responded. His calm demeanor changed to that of on guard predator ready to attack if a wrong move was detected "When you [fell/you were reading] of course" "no" I gave no lead to hesitation to further lead astray his suspicions. His eyes faintly darkened, "nothing?"

I kept up my clueless act "nothing that seemed important" he didn't seem to buy it but gave it up "if you insist dear" "I do. Now that you've asked me your question, I want to ask mine. When can I leave? I'm very grateful that you took care of me and everything but I do eventually need to get home" from the corner of my eye I saw his hand dig into the comforter, a vain or two showing up. His expression however remained calm "not tonight love. There's a report of a serial killer on the loose and I don't feel comfortable with you leaving. If you were to get hurt I wouldn't be able to live with myself. You understand that right?" I stayed quiet. I couldn't decipher if he was telling a fib or if he was being truthful. He always comes up with excuses on why I can't leave. It must be a lie.

He placed his hand over mine, "when they catch them or when the reports are less, I promise to let you go"

I held his hand back "you know what they say when you brake a promise, right?"

"What do they say?"

"Hope to die"

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Soooooo school is canceled because of the coronavirus and I can't hangout with my friends unless it's with FaceTime. My "struggles"
Ugh.
Stay safe my guys.