Alexithymia [Frieza X Reader]

《 Alexithymia [The inability to express your feelings] 》

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A low, theatrical purr slices through the absolute stillness of the cabin, the heavy weight of his gaze pressing down like an apex predator evaluating a trap.

"You look as though you've just seen a ghost."

Behind the dark, black sunglasses obscuring her permanently zoned-out eyes, her face remains an unreadable mask of calm intellect. She fakes a slight, sightless tilt of her head, completely masking the truth of her hidden radar.

"I can't see ghosts. Or anything else, for that matter."

The silence in the room instantly freezes over. His raw, fractured energy curdles in high-definition as he narrows his eyelids, his pride a raw, exposed nerve searching for the slightest hint of pity or deceit.

"A clever answer. But you didn't answer my question."

She doesn't flinch, adjusting the straps of her grunge overalls as her chunky white sneakers press firmly into the hardwood floor. Standing at five-foot-six, she towers a full four inches over his compact frame, entirely unbothered by the cosmic danger radiating just inches away from her skin.

"I am simply listening to how loud your heart is beating right now."

He tilts his head, a dark, dangerous smirk tugging at his lips as his cold, reptilian tail idly twitches against the edge of the air mattress, matching her casual defiance with pure, arrogant amusement.

"Then you should know it beats entirely at the prospect of your undoing, my dear."