Undeniable (Feitan x Reader)

Chapter 22: Love in The Time of Stubbornness

Fingers traced around the black spider tattoo, a peculiar specimen about 6 inches long, with the number "2" on it. Feitan focused on the details of his skin, pausing to reminisce about the time he got it engraved. He remembered feeling a sense of power at that moment, something he rarely felt. It was an indescribable feeling of taking back some of the control he'd lost over his life.

"she likes this...tch. This was supposed to...mark me as a criminal...with no regrets...or morals" His mind shifted to the image of you running your hand over his tattoo, smiling each time you did.

He threw himself on his bed, placing his hands over his eyes and dragging them down in exhaustion. He rarely, if ever slept through the night, but the few times he had slept by your side were the only opportunities he had to get a wink of sleep. As he turned around, he imagined you lying next to him, watching you as your eyelids got heavy with drowsiness.

It was in the moments where he daydreamed and swam in visions of you, that he fell asleep. Voices surrounded him, and within the ones that haunted him, he could hear the soothing tones of your familiar one.

"I never met someone, a man like you."

"What you mean?" his voice echoed in his memories

"To everyone else, I feel invisible. Like everyone else is too involved in their lives to notice ordinary people like me."

"Tch. Stupid. You are not ordinary."

"Everything about me is ordinary. My life, my appearance, even how completely normal my hopes and dreams are."

"Shut up."

His memories shifted in his dreams he could hear muffled cries, growing louder and louder. The air was dark, and the smell of blood was strong and apparent.

"STOP PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU" a man's voice pleaded.

What was this? Was this his conscience coming back to haunt him?

"I'll tell you everything I know...please...just let me live."

"I don't take pity on anyone." Feitan's voice was clear and firm. It echoed loudly in the space surrounding them.

This was the main reason why he preferred to stay up at night. He rarely held any regrets for his actions, but recently things had changed. It was as if his conscience has somehow awoken in the time he had met you. In the 28 years he had been alive, he was always surrounded by people who never relied on "morals" to determine their judgment. He didn't feel you judged him, but he was afraid of what you would do if you were to find out just how dark his sins were.

He woke up at half-past four in the morning, sweating and with his knees tucked in his arms. His body ached something that often happened when awakening from nightmares. He struggled to search for his cellphone, and he groaned in the process. As he unlocked it, he could see 2 notifications from you

*Text Message from Brat*

Hey, thanks for putting up with my dad for a bit. He really seemed to like you, surprising right ;)?

If you feel like letting me annoy you tomorrow, I'll be at the library around 2 pm!

He had been caught off guard by your father's visit, but he knew how important making an impression on him was. He had read dozens of articles online about dating and how relationships work and meeting the parents was incredibly important. While it was true that you two weren't officially back together, he knew that he would rather be safe than sorry.