Damsel in Distress (Actor!Mark x Reader)

I'd rather be free...

The sounds of your sobbing filled the void and quiet prayers filled your mind. Repeating the names of your old friends hoping they'd save you from this nightmare. You don't remember how long you've been sitting here. Weeks? Months? Years?! The space around you was black. Everything. When you first arrived, you tried to look for an exit. You searched and searched until you accepted that it was useless, endless, empty. Everything. Everything, except the mirror. Nothing appeared in the reflection except a glow white fog. That's how you got here. That's how they-...it locked you here, made sure you couldn't leave. It took your body. It abandoned you here. It was once your friends. You could only imagine what was happening to them. Before you could, you heard sounds of warping and flashes of color come from the mirror. Your head snapped up as a figure emerged from it in front of you. It couldn't be...no.

"Hello, my dear."

"M-mark?" You whispered as tears continued to flow down your cheeks.

"Apologies for the timing, I would've come sooner but due to certain tamperings in my schedule my appearance was delayed." He was dressed in a gown like the night of his 'murder'. Damien said he faked it but you weren't sure who to trust anymore.

"What's going on? Why am I here? Why are you here?" You asked. He stepped closer to you, the sound of his shoes tapping the ground filled the air.

"Why you're here, I'm not entirely sure, Dear. That demon is unpredictable. But I'm here to retrieve you."

"Why? I thought-... I thought you hated me."

The smug grin on his face turned into a frown as his eyebrows furrowed. He got on his knees in front of you and held your cheek as he rubbed it with his thumb.

"Oh no, of course not. I don't hate you. What led you to that idea?"

You leaned your head onto his hand as you felt your cheeks grow warm, for once not from crying. It was comforting to have another person's touch.

"The party." You felt tears begin to swell in your eyes again as you recalled the events. "I thought everything was to get back at us. Me, Damien and Will."

He looked away for a second and stopped rubbing your cheek. "I'm afraid I can't explain that to you, not yet at least. But believe me when I say I'm not angry with you." A sincere look lingered in his eyes as he cupped your face and wiped away the dry tears from it.

"I-... I care for you, (Y/N). I wanna get you out of this place." He stuttered on his sentence like he wanted to say something else.You didn't question it much before you wrapped your arms around his stomach and put your head in his chest. Tears began rolling down your face again, this time, not of sadness.

His arms wrapped around your back, rubbing his hands up and down to comfort you.

"You're my hero, Mark"

You were his hero, yes. He was the hero in this story. He saved you from it. He loved you, and you were his hero. That's what he was, the hero. And he knew exactly who the perfect villain would be...