Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 65: Emotional Exasperation-

"Why on Earth would you say something like that to my friends!?" You complained with a cold glare, waiting for him to check out the cookbook and explain his foolish actions. "I mean, there was absolutely NO need for them to know that!"

"Know what?" Hannibal calmly asked, thanking the librarian before he took back the book and faced you once more.

"Know about...well...you know...!" You went from frustrated to flustered in a matter of seconds; now feeling far too embarrassed to finish your response.

"—About you and me..."

"STOP IT, STOP IT! I'LL...I'LL DATE YOU ALL!!" "Please do relax, mio tesoro, it's not like I told them about the others or how you were dating more than one person." He cleverly pointed out, both of you now heading out of the library's exit.

"That's not the point!" You groaned anxiously - attempting to regain your composure whilst also staying calm and collected. "The point is that I didn't want my friends to know about my relationship with any of you."

The psychiatrist only shot you an amused smile; obviously enjoying your stressed-out state and how worried you seemed to be. "I personally don't see the problem, angelo mio. In fact, I found it rather—"

"Wait a minute...Michael?" You interrupted Hannibal with a surprised look, spotting the stalker standing outside - nearby some trees. "I-I don't understand, what are you doing here...? People might see you!"

The pale-masked male merely ignored your question and moved directly in front of you; wrapping one arm around your waist while his other hand cupped the side of your face, his fingers possessively running through your hair as his breathing became heavier. Your cheeks changed to a crimson colour - unable to control how hesitant you now seemed to be. The way Michael was holding you...The way his fingers were softly stroking your strands of hair...It was almost too much. But for some reason you just couldn't pull away - no matter how much you wanted to. His dark-brown orbs stared into your eyes obsessively, hugging you even tighter as he now grew immensely infatuated.

"(Y/n)'s got a point, Michael." Hannibal sighed and shook his head, reaching out to touch the other male's shoulder. "You're acting incredibly idiotic here."

"Hang on, I never said he was idiotic." You hurriedly protested, breaking away from them both and holding your arms awkwardly. "All I meant was—" Before you could finish, Michael slipped his hand into his boiler suit's pocket and gripped the top of his knife - clearly feeling threatened.

"Typical." Hannibal rolled his eyes and held his book underneath his arm, bringing out his pocketknife as a way to defend himself instead. "And here I thought you knew how to keep yourself out of sight when it came to staying hidden in public. Shame."

"Stop trying to rile him up." You stiffly retaliated, defending Michael as you tightened your arms and eyed Hannibal with a cold expression. "I can see what you're doing. It's pretty obvious."

"Oh you can, can you~?" Hannibal's grin darkened while he mischievously replied - becoming even more entertained by your innocent state. "How...interesting. Mind filling me in, my dear~?"

Michael - furious by how condescending Hannibal was being - grabbed the dark-haired male by the throat and held him high in the air; angling his head to the side as he started strangling said psychiatrist. "Michael, stop it!" You cried out in alarm, panicking whilst you glanced around and noticed people beginning to become aware of you three.