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𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲-𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

Characters: Rindou x  Gn! DETECTIVE reader   Genre: Reverse YANDERE, Mafia au (HALLOWEEN-special) Warnings: The reader is like Harley Quinn (Somewhat Histrionic personality disorder.), with power imbalance, gore, guns, and DRUGS!! A HUGE TWIST AT THE END (SFW OTHERWISE) Age Rating: PG-13 Writer: @white-poppie  

A/N:  I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT PROMOTE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR. It is impractical scary and even gross. Violation of someone’s personal space/ life is not being romanticised in this post. Rather it is JUST A FICTIONAL TROUPE WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.  

NOTE THAT THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE AND IT IS NOT REAL OR BEING SUPPORTED!!!

Note that I have no knowledge of how drugs work except what I have studied in school/ done research, if there are any factual inaccuracies, please forgive me.

Don't do drugs, kids!

Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

The dim fluorescent lights illuminated his face and made your heart flutter like crazy. There was this sour tang in your drink, probably the guilt. Your conscience revolted against your infatuation, calling you crazy.

But how could you not fall for him?

After investigating him and trailing after him for months. Knowing him from head to toe and despite his grey morals you found yourself falling into the abyssmal feeling of love.

It was sort of Stockholm-ish, without the kidnapping part though.

You found yourself delaying the investigation, knowing that at the end of it, either one of you would be dead--take a taste of the broth while its still warm, one could say.

It felt incredibly hazy now-- your legs were incredibly shaky and powerless. You gasped to pull yourself together, stumbling while getting outside the club. Through your tunnelling vision, you saw yourself being collided with something firm--and then it was all black.

A harsh headache thumped on your temples, making you hiss as you writhed in the restraints.

You squinted to look at the man in front of you. Three buttons unbuttoned, giving you the view of that black tattoo on his chiseled chest you had seen multiple times. 

One leg resting atop another, his finger ran on the rim of the wine chalice, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he indulged himself in the wine, as you sat kneeling a few feet away from him, hands tied to a pole of a club.

His half-lidded eyes drew towards you as he heard the sound of your clothes rustling against the rope. Your eyes widened in fear and you gulped harshly as his eyes undressed you.

“Tell me,” he spoke thickly, “who do you work for?”

You bit your lips and refused to answer, the metallic taste swirled in your mouth.

“For how long have you been stalking me?” his voice raised a little and you looked at him dead in the eye...how did he manage to look so good even when he was mad?

You gulped harshly as a shaky breath left your mouth. So pretty, he was so so so so pretty and he was all yours.

“Answer me!” he snapped, slamming the glass in his hand against a wall, you flinched at his booming voice, suddenly fearing for your life, more than your infatuation.

Rindou Haitani  was intimidating—terrifying. One look at him brought you to a dreadful shudder, and it only became worse every time he so much as looked at you. You were paralysed; you had heard things about him that could turn a hitman's blood colder than ice. He was a dangerous cog in the machine and you were caught in the middle of it.

Your eyes flickered to his face for any reaction. It was stone-cold and unwavering, that’s hot.

“I-uhm,” you cringed as your voice betrayed you, “2 weeks.”

“Lies,” he huffed.

“Uhh- fine a month,” you lied again, the crooked look of anger on his face made you bite your tongue and utter the truth,”3 months.”

He looked at you with disgust, “why?”

Walking to your jacket, he searched for any proof of identification, shit, now he was gonna know that you were a detective and he would kill you before he even gets a chance.

“Wait!” you shouted, and his head snapped in your direction, "I know you will want to kill me as soon as you see my ID, yes I am a detective, but I gave up on the case because..." your throat felt dry and hoarse as you spoke the next words

“I-love you so much, Rindou.”

“The fuck?” he spat and you suddenly felt embarrassed.

"I am sorry, I just- I know it sounds unbelievable, but I had enough evidence to get you a jail of a lifetime, but I didn't, I couldn't get myself to. I am so in love with you that it hurts!" You shouted with tears sparkling your waterline.

Rindou stayed quiet for a few seconds, but those were enough to make bile churn through all the cells of your body, “how delusional do you have to be to say this shit?”

“No, no, no, I am not delusional, I have been watching you, loving you for so long; you deserve better, something so perfect, I’ll give you that; please just accept me,” you pleaded.

“Are you sick in your head or something,? he hissed with disgust.

You would rather bear his revulsion, his scrutiny, his spitefulness than be away from him. He was your god! Your saviour, he was your only point of existence!

"I don't care if you call me crazy," you laughed pitifully, “No matter what you do to me, I’ll worship the very ground you walk on. That's what it means to love someone.”

His eyes narrowed as he crouched to your position, sharp features scanning you like some sort of twisted game he has to solve.

His palm moved to your face to caress your cheek, and if it were possible for humans to instantaneously combust, you would've.

Your skin ignited with ache for him, blossoming from the pits of your gut, leaning onto his tender hand. The one of your saviour.

You know every single thing about him. You have memorized the routes he follows and kept information about the people close to him. Break into his house, and steal his belongings for your little collection. You have little photos of him, working, in Bonten, with his colleagues. But you have never gone as far as having inappropriate photos of him. At least you had that my much conscience.

Rindou smirked and moved a little away from you, you whined at the loss of contact, "give me a second, gotta make a call."

"A-Are you going to kill me?" you whimpered, "please don't kill me Rindou, I want to live with you forever!"

"Of course not, I am not going to kill you,doll, just let me make a call to arrange a place for you to stay, you are joining to be mine after all~."

'Doll' shit, you were you were going to burst into flames like a phoenix.' Guess your god, you so revere may not be as divine as you painted him out to be, he accepted you oh so willingly, without thinking you were eccentric.

"Holy shit, Aniki, it worked!" Rindou exclaimed in triumph in his car, "you are the greatest!"

"You know seeing a person's face everywhere, especially when you are supposed to hate them, really entices romance," Ran chuckled.

"But that's not all, you forgot the secret ingredient," Rindou smirked tapping his steering wheel.

"Of course, I didn't," Ran simpered, "seeing your face every day for the case plus the ecstasy we were sneaking in their food. Portraying you in the best light possible, obviously, was gonna work."

"Shit," Rindou leaned his head on the seat, "I finally have them Aniki! My Y/N, my dearest! They were meant to be mine!"

"She is with me, willingly," he hollered, "she is going to be with me forever--we're gon' be the next Harley Quinn and Joker!"

Who knew, dearest Y/N, The hunter you were hunting, that turned to your prey, was the hunter after all. You were the catch and he was the apex predator.

Did yall like my first psychological-thriller attempt??

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Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

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