Country of Countrymen [Yandere! Males! X F! Reader] | under editing

Nɪᴄᴏʟᴀɪ'ꜱ Eɴᴅɪɴɢ

[F/n] fixed Chaz a stern look, annoyed by the untroubled countenance. "I demand to see Ade," she said once more, resolved in her decision.

He remained quiet, dark eyes roving on her features that were set to look at him with pure determination in her choice. A heavy feeling burdened his chest. Exhaling out the tension, he placed his palm on her cheek, placing his forehead against hers as he closed his eyes.

Uncomfortable, she pressed her back against the wall.

No words were exchanged. Somehow, his gesture transferred a message of understanding to her, like he was accepting her decision. A tiny part of her wished to thank his level of empathy but remained as a mere thought.

"Your choice is out of my offer," Chaz spoke up, his voice small, "but I'll see what I can do." Without wasting any more time, he grabbed her elbow and pulled her out of the room. Together, they walked the corridor in silence. The portraits stared with eerily painted eyes.

[F/n] could feel his gentle grasp. She looked up at him, observing the neutral expression on his visage. "Chaz, what's happening to the Country?" She asked softly, picking up on the sound of her footsteps.

"It'll be a monarchical country, that's all I can say," he replied shortly, showcasing a small smile.

Figuring that he was keeping it a secret, she did not press further. After a short walk, she was led inside Ade's office. She didn't visit it often, but she had been here.

The blond male was sitting at his desk, leaning on his chair with his eyes closed.

"I'm leaving you to him," Chaz informed shortly, then left, closing the door behind him.

Despite being held captive, [F/n] secretly appreciates the dark-haired male in some ways. She stood before Ade's desk as he slowly lifted his eyes to see her.

"[F/n]," he uttered, opening his eyes in surprise and rising from his chair. "You don't look hurt or anything, so I'm guessing you're fine." His voice was raspy, eyes red, and hair a complete mess. The male had not slept properly, always flinching at any noise and expecting for an ambush.

Observing him, [F/n] realized that she was talking to Nicolai. "Chaz said the Country will be monarchical," she stated. "What will you do about that?"

"Nothing," he answered, mourning for his state. "Our first priority right now is to leave this place."

In the dead silence of the night, the door was picked open.

It opened on its own. Through a small gap, Leroy peeped in. "S-sir, let's go," he spoke nervously, then looked away to check if someone was following him.

Shocked, [F/n] turned to Nicolai. He made his way to her, grabbed her arm, and left the room, softly locking it.

They followed Leroy quietly until they reached the corridor leading to [F/n]'s room. Stopping before the image of the former president, Jasinda Willove, Leroy handed Nicolai a little key. The blond male inserted it into the hidden hole in the letter "o" of the Willove.

The portrait clicked, gaping ajar.

Nicolai pulled it open and pushed her in. She clambered up in a cramped space leading to the unknown. He followed after, and they crawled forward until they were blind with lack of light.

"Isn't Leroy coming along?" [F/n] asked as she hastily groveled on all fours.

"No. Just keep going," Nicolai answered.

After a few minutes, they exited the dark hole that they were in and jumped into a tunnel lit with weak light. They followed the path, ignoring the other trails that would direct them to different places. For what felt like hours, [F/n]'s calves were burning. Tired, she leaned on the dusty tunnel wall.