The Spider's Kiss (Alois x Reader)

3: You Trust Me Too Easily

"Yes, unfortunately," Alois spits. There is no need for him to hide his true feelings from me. Although it was an accident, I had caught him doing some... questionable deeds. Since then, he has been in my debt and quite straightforward. "I wish I didn't have to know a brat like him. He and his demon piss me off to no end!"

I give him a glare, warning him to lower his voice. I don't want any extra attention from the others surrounding us.

"A brat like you?" I question with a smirk as I look around the room. There was no one younger than me, "How old is he?"

My blond companion scoffs at the interest in my voice, but answers my question, nonetheless. "Eighteen."

I playfully roll my eyes and he pulls me closer to his chest in turn. When there, he whispers, "You're not old enough to call me a brat." He lets out an off-putting laugh before his light blue eyes gain a psychotic glow. Alois gives me the look that always hitches my breath in my throat.

"I'll call you what I want." I retort back quietly. "I am, after all, your senior."

"By a mere six months!" Alois faked offense with a hand to his heart. "In only a few weeks, we shall once again be the same age of nineteen!"

The aimless stroll Alois and I took through the Phantomhive mansion resulted in us getting lost. Of course, he didn't want to admit it, but we both knew the truth. His scanning eyes and hurried pace were a dead giveaway.

I decide stop in the candle lit hallways. After no longer hearing the soft sound of my low heels against the floor, Alois turns around to face me. "Is something wrong?"

The carefree expression that he wears despite our situation starts to tick me off, "We are lost. You know it is improper for us to be away from the party, alone, for too long."

"We aren't lost." The blonde boy simply scoffs as he grabs my hand and roughly yanks me towards him. His eyes waver for a moment and it is easy to tell he is sorry for handling me in such a manner. I don't pull away from him. With much more grace, he places a soft kiss on my forehead per his usual apology and backs off on his own volition. The sweet nothings of an innocent relationship are something I should have left in the past, yet with this boy, I cannot.

"Alright, Sir Trancy. Lead the way." The sarcasm was very evident in my voice. I even lift my skirts as I perform the most respectful curtsy I can muster.

Catching me slightly off guard, the blond boy lifts my chin as I rise from the mocking position. "You trust me too easily, YN."

My brows begin to knit together, "What do you mean? Of course I trust you." If I didn't, I wouldn't have told him about my condition, or my family.

He runs a hand through his golden locks, only when his arms end up on both sides of me, do I realize that I'm backed up against a wall.

"I'm not a boy nor are you a girl anymore, YN. That is something you must come to terms with." His voice is low and dangerous.

"Alois?" Despite my wishes my voice falters, either way, my hand steadily hovers over my weapon. If needed, it would be drawn in an instant.

That instant never comes.