Blind date (yandere x reader) (UNDER EDITING)

Hidden talents (slight NSFW)

A/n: no lemons, but there are implications

"It worked! It really worked!" After a while, seeing that you wouldn't stop hugging him, the male picked his hairdryer back up and continued with his routine. Vasilios also didn't have the heart to push you away, this was something he yearned for years too.

Once you are sure that both of his hands were occupied, (left, holding the electrical appliance, right, holding a section of his hair)  you slowly let go. His hair was covering his deep scowl from you, he was irritated that you decided to let go.

"H-hey I think I'm supposed to be at work right now." You reminded Vasilios. He paused for a few seconds before turning his hairdryer off again. You blocked your face with your arms in reflex, instead of smooching you again, he walked into the kitchen. His hair was only half-dry.

Feeling curious, you followed him. He is dialling a number on a wall-mounted phone next to the fridge. You raised an eyebrow at it. He gave you a cocky wink. "Is he seriously calling Boss?"

You heard the faint sound of the call being picked up. Vasilios whipped his hair to the side and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Hey boss, I don't... think I can make it today." He smirked at your shocked and distressed form. Vasilios sounds exactly like you! Except he add a little scratch on purpose and it's slightly lower in pitch.

You felt like you were about to have a life-threatening stroke or heart attack.

"Hey... hey, HEY! That's not me!— mmph!" He clasped your mouth. Vasilios threw in a few fake, but convincing coughs.

"I'm at Vasilios's, I'm using his 'cause my phone died—" you thrashed his grip, but he was just too strong. You wanted to snatch the phone away from him, but even your extended arms are no match for his height and power.

"—the noise? Oh, he has this coc— I mean, weird, white parrot. It's squawking." He briefly lets go of his hand.

"ARGH!—" he quickly pressed his lips against yours and immediately pressed his palm firmly against your mouth again.

He whispered in your ear, "That is such a wonderful impression of Hermes, my darling." You pushed his head away. Vasilios chuckled at your squirming.

"I can't... speak much, um, I got a cold." He threw in another few convincing coughs. You claw at his arm, he snickered at you as you helplessly tried to injure him with your short and filed fingernails. Furthermore, he's wearing a long-sleeved shirt, the only place where you could inflict damage was his hand.

You cursed yourself for chewing on your nails yesterday. You tried biting him, but his grip was so tight that you couldn't even move your jaw.

"...thanks, boss." He continued, perfectly mimicking your voice. Then hung up. You stopped struggling against him, there is no reason to do so because what done is done. Plus, you were shaken by his horrifyingly impressive voice acting skills.

He lets go of your jaw and mockingly blew a seductive kiss to you.

"How!?" You tugged on your hair in frustration.

"I always get what I want." He mimicked another feminine voice, higher pitched and modulated. Your eyes felt like they were about to pop out of your eye sockets.

"...and I want you." His voice went down a smooth gradient towards his normal, deep, masculine one.

"What are you, a damn DJ mixer!? No way is your voice box natural!" Then you remembered, Tiana texted you something about Nancy forcing him to speak like a girl.