Bloody Bullet (rewrite)

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You added three tablespoons of instant coffee powder in your (f/c) mug. The electric kettle turned off on its own as it already served the purpose of boiling a liter of tap water. You grabbed it by the handle, you were about to pour it into your cup.

But then... three tablespoons, is it really enough to keep you awake? You're too lazy to get up and make another cup again. You contemplated for a bit before putting the kettle back.

You added another additional heaping eight tablespoons of the instant coffee.

You heard a knock on your now useless door. You paused your movements, who's there?

"...(Y/n), my love?" You internally groaned upon hearing that voice. You turned your head to the window, you can't do parkour. But you don't want to face him either.

You bit your tongue when you realized that you left your gun outside.

You can't stop him from doing whatever he wants now, even calling the police will be useless because by the time they arrive, it's been done.

He's going to meet you anyways, might as well continue on with your coffee making.

You poured the hot water into your mug, keeping your ears peeled for his footsteps.

That's odd, did he decide to just stand there? It doesn't sound like he's moving at all.

Once it filled up your mug, you returned the electric kettle to where it originally was. You shook your head as you mixed the drink with a spoon.

Your eyes widened when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. How did he get in your kitchen without making any noise? He's good at stealth, if he isn't so creepy maybe you would have offered him a job.

The blonde affectionately nuzzled  his face against the back of your head. Your back is pressing against his body firmly.

"Making coffee?" He asked softly. His fingertips were stroking your arm gently, just like how a lover would. "It's seven in the evening, you wouldn't be able to sleep after drinking that." He mumbled.

You stayed silent, continuing to stir your coffee. You didn't know why is he so persistent.

All you knew was, 'romantic' gifts and letters started popping up on your doorstep one day. You were flattered, but uninterested in a relationship.

You remember writing back a letter thanking whoever is sending the gifts and explaining that you aren't interested.

Maybe it made the situation worse. Yes, you stopped receiving chocolates and love poems. However, hot, wholesome meals started appearing on your dining table a week later. A handwritten message, usually done on a sticky-note would always appear next to the plates of food.

They would contain encouraging quotes or cheesy romantic lines or a mixture of both. For example, "I love you to the moon and back. Please take care of yourself and never give up pursuing your dreams!"

It spooked you to no end. You had the police involved but they really couldn't do squat unless you have a profile of your stalker. Also, there were no signs of break-ins. Which made your situation look unimportant to them.

It infuriated you that they treated cases like these as something extremely trivial, they didn't take it seriously. No wonder the murder rates are so high, they never believed in the phrase, 'prevention is better than the cure'!

It's unnerving to you that your stalker knows exactly where you hid your cameras. He would never appear in your home surveillance videos. Sometimes you would find the broken cameras next to the meals with a sticky-note that says "sorry<3" stuck to it.

In the end, you caught him in the act out of pure luck. You expected him to be surprised and afraid that you'll report him to the police, but no.

Much to your displeasure, the first thing he did was to encase you in a bear hug and plant multiple kisses on your face.

You tried to make a legal case against him, but you had no proof that he's the one behind everything! Even when you tried using the aluminium powder you took (or stole) from the police headquarters (as a 'farewell' gift for yourself.) to dust for prints, you were frustrated to only find yours.

All you could do is to slap a restraining order on him. Look where has that lead you to.

"My love, is everything okay? You're trembling." He murmured on the top of your head.

The grip on your metal spoon was strong enough to bend it a bit. You wanted to punch him, but seeing how fast he deflected your gun earlier, you believe that it will not be a very wise decision to do so.

So you let go, you exhaled 'negativity' and inhaled 'positivity'. Maybe you could use him for something.

"Please let go of me." You told him. He pouted and did what you requested.

You turned around to make eye contact. "Thanks." You hissed through your gritted teeth. Varona smiled and pecked you on the forehead.

"Do you know who those men are? The one who came by earlier." You asked. Varona widened his eyes a bit before pouting again.

"Aw, is that why you're making coffee for yourself now?" You nodded, your hands are balled into fists. The male smiled and cupped your cheeks.

"'My love, Mr Bellacora didn't mean it. It's okay to delay it a bit, it doesn't necessarily need to be within three days." You furrowed your eyebrows, no wonder it's hard to stop him, he has Windmill on his side!

You have to be very careful with this man as his motive and relationship to the most notorious crime syndicate is still unclear.

"Are you working with them?" You continued, fishing your pen and notepad out.

Varona noticed it and giggled in response. "(Y/n) my love, I'll tell you what you need to know later. Come, let me bring you to a restaurant. You need to eat." He offered his hand for you to hold.

You pursed your lips, if it means getting information...

You hesitantly placed your relatively smaller hand into his larger one. He smiled and held onto it firmly.