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Devil [Rohan Kishibe]

Warning: abusive relationship, kinda yandere-ish?

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Note, just in case: Clearly, this isn't ok. This is only a fiction, i do not encourage such relationships.

This turned out way darker than i wated it to, also important A/N at the end of the chapter.

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"You very well know that you don't deserve me," Rohan spoke with the same monotone voice he'd been talking to you all evening. Ever since you got home from work, he had been acting like that. It wasn't something new to you, though. Rohan was a strange person. A clever, handsome devil that knew how to get stuff if he wanted.

Sure, most of the time he'd be more tolerant towards you, you being his lover of course. Sometimes if you were lucky enough, he would even offer you some comfort and affection. Though there were times when he acted as if he couldn't care less about you. Even if he said he didn't mean the things he said to you, you couldn't help but notice the slight glint in his eyes that told you otherwise.

Most of the time he'd keep reminding you how he was way better than you; he was the great and perfect mangaka loved by millions, yet you were just a mere editor in a publishing company. "You are lucky to end up with me, (Y/N)." Rohan would keep reminding you.

And those comments never stopped, no matter where the two of you were. The man always made sure you knew your place – below him. Rohan loved seeing you embarrassed, devastated. You were the perfect material for his work, your reactions and expressions were priceless.

This mental abuse has been going for more than it should've. One night you got fed up with it. You decided it was enough and you couldn't take more of his words. Yet, you never walked out of his house that night. It was as if some kind of power kept you to him. You never left him. And you would be together for quite a while now.

Of course, you were very well aware of his "stand". Even if you couldn't see it, or even feel it, you knew what he was capable of. After all, Rohan had explained it to you himself. The mangaka would always know what you thought, what you did, and to who you talked. He'd know if you said anything against him. Not only that, but he could change things if he so wanted to. And even if you weren't a stand user, you could always tell if there was another line of commands added to your papers. And there were so many by now, you lot track of the numbers.

However, right now you couldn't tell why you couldn't just run out of the room; was it just another of his stand's commands, or was it because you simply didn't have the power to do so? You adverted your gaze from the mangaka.

Both of you were in his office, Rohan of course working on yet another set of pages for his manga. He had called you earlier, claiming he just wanted your help. But as soon as you stepped in, his harsh words attacked you. You were on the verge of tears once again and your so-called boyfriend hasn't even looked at you. Your knuckles were turning white from clutching your sleeve so hard in an attempt to stop your emotions.

"Rohan..." you managed to mutter. Before you could continue with your words you heard the mangaka stand up from his chair and approach you. Slightly terrified from what's about to happen, you kept your gaze glued to the ground. You felt his fingers wrap around your chin, tilting it up so your eyes would meet. As always, his eyes didn't show any emotion.

"You know you can't leave me, right? Look at how generous I am, taking you in, showing your love." He said ever so calmly, making you cover in fear. There was nothing scarier to you than his calm demeanor. "You should be grateful, instead of craving to leave my side. No one else would want you. Why would they?"

Tears were now freely running down your cheeks. Your feeble attempts to look away were stopped by his grip. "Be happy that you have me. Someone as great as me shouldn't even look your way and here you are." He whispered to you, his breath sending shivers down your skin. "You don't deserve me. You are nothing."

Finally, Rohan let go of your chin, pushing you slightly in the process, before returning to his chair and grabbing his sketchbook again. You stumbled back, landing on your bottom. By now you were a weeping mess, pain clearly on your face. And Rohan just sat there, pen swooshing around as he sketched your expression.

Even if you wanted to cover your face and ruin the satisfaction of finishing his stupid manga you couldn't; he made sure you wouldn't be able to do that. So, you just sat on the ground, sobbing while the artist drew. His face was deprived of any emotion, besides the slight smile that was tugging at his thin lips; probably from how perfect his panel was turning out.

"Yes, that's it. Stay just like that." His command never met your ears as you were too caught up in your thoughts. Would there really be no one to like you? No one to take you away from him? Were there even others with powers such as his? Other 'stand users'? But perhaps there weren't and he truly was one of a kind. Was there even a way to stop him and his god powers?

A low pained whimper left your lips as your sobs filled the room. How can anyone be so cruel? Rohan just sat there, watching you cry and enjoying it. And he claimed to love you? Did he even truly love you or did he simply use you for his research? You could hardly remember how your normal life was like before you met him. You wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to control even your memories.

"Almost done, (Y/N)." Rohan's words ripped you away from your thoughts. You wanted to yell at him, jump at him, attack him. Clearly, that wasn't allowed. So, your only option now was to either wait for him to finish and hope he'd actually attempt to calm you, or try to go against his stand's rules.

Before you could decide the mangaka put his pencil down a signal he was finished. As always, he took a few minutes to admire his work. He was completely ignoring you right now. It wouldn't make a lot of difference to him if you weren't here right now. And that was all it took you to decide what to do.

Gathering whatever physical power you had, you spun around. Rohan only noticed your action once you opened the door. Without wasting another second, you ran out and down the stairs. Your legs only stopped before the front door. Your outstretched hand never opened the door, or even touch the handle. You just stood there, reaching for the door.

"Trying this again, dear?" his sickeningly sweet voice called from behind you. It was enough to send you over the edge once again, earning more tears from your side. You let out a low noise of defeat before collapsing onto your knees. You were completely stuck here. With him.

"Do...you e-even love me anymore, Rohan?" you managed to get out, barely over a whisper. You needed answers, even if they'd be terrifying. You felt Rohan wrap his arms around your shaking form before pulling you close into his chest. You didn't dare look up at him, instead hiding your face in your hands.

"Of course, I do. Even if the words I say are true, I still love you. I wouldn't be keeping you here all for me if I didn't. Are you saying I don't?" he asked, running his fingers though your hair. You knew that if you said yes, you'd get in trouble. And you didn't want that. So you only shook your head.

A/N

My book might soon reach 10K reads! And im beyound happy with all the support I'm getting. I wasnted to ask if you'd like seeing me do something special for reaching 10K reads? And if your answer is yes, then if you have any suggestions as to what it could be, leave them here!