Rio Imagines + Oneshots

Making Up

—Seeing Rio just kill someone—

"I didn't want you to see that, (Y/N)."

I sat there looking out the window of our bedroom, leaning against the windowsill with a bottle of alcohol in my hands. I took another sip, looking out to the city lights. I was afraid that when I looked at him, he didn't seem the same to me anymore. That's what I was most afraid of, which also startled me. Shouldn't have I been afraid of the murder I just saw my fiancé commit? Should I be surprised I haven't seen it sooner?

Rio sat next to me on the seat, placing his hand on my exposed ankle.

"(Y/N)." He spoke softly, tilting his head to try to gain eye contact.

I refused to let the tears in my eyes pour down my face, but they collected and turned my vision completely blurry. I remained sipping the bottle, staring at the outside.

Rio licked his lips beside me, his expression serious. In the silence he stroked my skin, from my ankle towards the middle of the leg. I hugged my knees tighter with my left arm.
He moved closer after a moment, hand softly moving on top of mine that was on the bottle.

"Talk to me." He reached up in my hair, running his fingers over my head while continually pulling back strands that fell forwards on my face.

This was the side of him nobody else ever got to see. The side that's caring, the side that he gets hurt when i'm hurt, even if it's from the life he lives. I agreed to be in it, even though what it would mean. But there were always boundaries before, the part where I'd never get involved or see that side.

"If there was a way where you didn't-" he started.

"But there wasn't." I spoke quiet and raspy.
I blinked and the pools overflowed out of my eyes, I wiped them with my sleeves quickly before Rio had to see me like that for too long. He hated to see me cry, or afraid of anything. And when he sees me like that, a part of him breaks too.

He remained silent, slowly caressing the side of my face.

"Right?" I asked, stronger this time. Meeting his eyes finally.

He nodded, searching my eyes for something.

I sighed out, taking the bottle back in my hands.

The one positive out of this, is when I looked back to him, seeing the way he looked at me, is I didn't see this killer. I saw a man who was afraid of hurting one of the only people he loved and stood with him. The way he ordered his henchman to turn me around to not see the body, to make sure the heat was set warm enough for me on the ride home. The dinner made, probably cold now in the kitchen.

"Okay." I let out softly.

He looked at me questionably.

"I already had to accept what you do, and now I saw it. That's it."

"But it's so much more than that." He slightly smirked, leaning against his arm on the windowsill. He furrowed his eyebrows and continued.

"You shouldn't have had to see that. That isn't what you signed up for." His smile faltered.

"Neither one of us signed up for anything. But there are a lot of things to accept when you choose commitment." I explained lightly, spinning the bottle cap in my hands.

His eyes lightened up, a smile forming on his lips. He sat up straight, now tracing down my arm and coming back up, his eyes following his movements.

I placed the bottle back on the windowsill, not giving it a second glance.

"You still want me?" He asked, grinning, shifting to eye contact.

It may seem like a joke to what he just asked, but deep down I knew by now that he was completely serious.

I took a silent breath in, because all things considered, it was a long day.

"Of course." I answered seriously, looking up to him.

He paused, looking down into my eyes, before grabbing my waist and pulling me on top of his chest. My arms found its way around the back of his neck, my body relaxed in his embrace.

"I'm sorry, baby." He whispered, his breath warm.

"I know." I whispered back, sitting up and kissing him on his cheek before laying my head back down on his shoulder.

He bent down and placed a trail of kisses on my forehead until I started giggling, which made him pause from his smile breaking out.

"Dinner?" He asked, hand moving up and down my back, and then to my neck, lightly.

"Dinner." I mumbled against his neck, hypnotized in his embrace.

He held his smile, not moving from his place.

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