"Feitan!" you had quickly grown impatient. You could not wait for an answer anymore, the anxiety was eating you away.
"No."
You wondered if he was lying. Was he capable of sparing someone's life? No matter how despicable his victim was? A sudden realization flooded you. This was the kind of person you had accepted, a murderer.
Yet when you finally had the courage to look at him, the small man sitting in front of you looked the farthest thing possible from a criminal. He was small, his brows were furrowed, making his eyes give off an expression of worry. For the smallest moment, he looked vulnerable. Not a killer, but a man who needed to know that you did not hate or resent him more than anything.
"I. I wanted to kill him. I was close. I could have done it fast. But I saw you, and I knew you would not want that for him. So I tied him to the fence. Upside down."
A sigh of relief released the tension in the room. He hadn't killed him, and this proved that he could show restraint.
"But make this clear. If not for you, I would have cut his legs off while alive."
This declaration burned a hole through your heart. If anyone else would have said something like this, you would've felt fear too strong for words. Yet somehow, a voice in your head whispered "there must be a reason why he kills. No one does such a thing for no good reason."
And you were right. The black-haired man had his reasons for being who he was. In his nearly 30 years of life, he had never known anything different than the pain of abandonment, death, betrayal and heartbreak. From the time he could remember he had belonged to no one, there was not a person in the world who would protect him from the cruel reality of life.
"Thank you for fending him off when I couldn't."
He met your eyes. You did not seem angry, just tired, and it was obvious. Your makeup was beginning to smear a bit. Your H/C hair was messy, but you still looked incredible in the red dress. As far as he was concerned, you were the most attractive woman in the world to him.
"You..." He tried to finish what he was thinking, but his mouth did not seem to move.
Since you had met him, you noticed that his manner of speaking was odd. He sometimes spoke in short, broken sentences. It was as if this was not his first language. You wanted to ask him about it, but you didn't, it would be embarrassing to point it out.
You threw yourself back on the bed and reached for your phone in your purse. Scrolling momentarily, you tapped on the screen and raised it to your ear.
The line rang for 3 seconds until a voice called out on the other end.
"Y/N!!!!! Tell me every detail! Did he kiss you! Oh I hope you used protection!!!"
Hina had the bad habit of speaking excessively loud, and Feitan could hear everything she said clearly. You could see that it made him uncomfortable.
"Hina I need you to listen carefully..."
Her usually peppy friend was suddenly silent. Whenever the two were seen together, people always assumed that you were the naïve and innocent one, but if anything, Hina knew little of the world. She meant well, but always underestimated the malice of the human race.
"He laced my drink with something. Thankfully I ran out of the restaurant when he started being rude but he followed me out. I gave him a good beating before what ever he gave me kicked in-"
"OH NO Y/N! PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE OK?! I COULDN'T LIVE WITH MYSELF KNOWING I FORCED YOU TO GO OUT ON A DATE WITH THIS MAN!"
"I'm fine, thankfully. If Feitan hadn't been there, who knows what would've happened"
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Undeniable (Feitan x Reader)
FanfictionLiving as a straight-laced Hunter, you had a normal and for the most part uneventful life. That is until you run into Feitan, a member of the notorious Phantom Troupe and he turns your whole world upside down. Not everything is as it seems in this s...
