His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter seven

"Well, this has been fun but I really have to go"

You begin walking away, and in an instant, you are stopped by the cold touch of metal pushing against your throat. You can feel the masked man's warm body inches away from your own, his hot breath on your exposed neck sending shivers down your spine.

"I don't think so"

His gruff voice makes your stomach whirl as you remember once again why you followed this stranger into the alleyway that night.

Letting out a small chuckle you feel his swords intention falter slightly. Taking the opportunity, you grab the blade, sending a stream of warm liquid down your hand. Snatching the weapon you turn to face a stunned Feitan, pointing the blade directly at his neck.

"what just happened?" he asked. It felt as though the sword had a mind of its own, that it would no longer respond to him.

"It's my nen ability, I call it blooded blade, it lets me control weapons. Anyways that was fun, I'll be off now" . You turn, sauntering your way to the door.

Suddenly your back collides harshly with the wall, the breath knocked out of you, dropping the sword. You look up at the man who's pinning you with such brute strength, your eyes finding their way to his grey orbs that subtly gleam with excitement. His body is pushed on yours, faces mere inches apart, only partially because he was attempting to restrain you.

Holding his eye contact, you gently lift your hands up to his face, taking hold of the mask that has been covering his mouth ever since you first layed eyes on him. He stiffens under your touch, breath catching in his throat as he stares back at you.

Slowly, you pull the mask down, revealing a chiselled jaw line, the kind you see imprinted on statues of ancient Greek gods. He is stunning. This hair cascading messily in front of his eyes after the sudden impact. Your frozen for a second, bewildered at how you came to be in this position. The man you so desperately want is so close to you. You search in his eyes for a chance, a small glimpse of consent. After a while you spot it, the slightest indication of acceptance. And that was all you need.