RED | Darkiplier x reader

"She's so innocent. I want to ruin her."
"You will not touch her."

He took the corner table every evening you had a shift.

Bitter lemon tea, no sugar. Red velvet cake, always half-eaten. A leather notebook open in front of him, and eyes that were only ever on you.

His name was Damien.

He was the first person in years to notice you were there at all. He listened when nobody else did. He remembered the small things. He came when you called at one in the morning, and he never once asked you for anything.

He was the first person you ever truly opened up to. The one you grew to hold dear. The one you trusted with your soul.

...but was it right to place your trust so fully in him?

He is Darkiplier, after all.