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Yandere Android x GN dumpster diver reader

A second chance Part 1

CW: Creepy behavior and possessive behavior

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

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💿 You walked confidently, the rays of the streetlights revealing you to the eyes of the world, taking you away from the protection of the night. It was 1am and almost every soul that lived in this affluent place was comfortably asleep in their silk sheets, except for you; you were an intruder.

💿 In other words, you were a dumpster diver. Stalking the streets of the richest neighborhoods in the hopes of finding food and objects in good conditions. It was the perfect spot, with the dumpster of grocery stores, since these wealthy idiots couldn’t help but waste edible food or discard their phones for the newest ones.

💿 What explained your lack of paranoia of being spotted or arrested by the police was that people here could not suspect for the life of them that an individual could commit these types of nocturnal activities. They believed they were secure, surrounded by their fellow rich, so why would they bother installing surveillance cameras and alarm systems.

💿 You weren't a fool though. You always made sure to dress in subtle clothing, but from pricey brands to pass off as one of them. It’s surprising how easy it is to find designer clothes in thrift stores for less than ten dollars.

💿 Sadly, chance wasn’t on your side tonight, and you couldn’t find anything interesting. It was either a sign that these people were leaving behind their overconsumption habits or that you arrived after the garbage collectors. This last theory was sadly the most plausible one.

💿 You were so demoralized that you almost didn't take the chance to go through the trash at the last house on your list. But you decided to check it out in the end. Who knows, maybe you were going to find a golden goose. 

💿 That's when you saw him resting against a metal trash can. His head was hanging low like he was sleeping. With his eyes closed, he gave off a peaceful expression, as if the nightly breeze didn’t bother him at all, which of course it didn’t affect him; he was an android.  

💿 What gave away his identity was his striking pearl hair with subtle rainbow reflections and the metal looking skin on both sides of his cheeks. 

💿 Androids weren't a commodity that everyone could afford and based on his look he was definitely a customized model. These guys went for insane prices, so it was baffling to see one next to moldy leftovers.  

💿 You slowly approached him, as if you were worried you would wake him up and scare him away. Your suspicions were confirmed when you slowly lifted his head. This guy was shut down. 

💿 You knew he wasn’t a human being, but you felt bad seeing him abandoned like a broken toy. You couldn’t leave him behind now, you at least had to check if he was still functional.

💿 You looked around. No one in sight. You had to be as quick as possible, because taking a walk at night with a backpack was fine, but holding something that looked like a passed out person was really putting you at risk. 

💿 As you brought him home, you didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a gift to a spoiled brat that discarded him the second he wasn’t the shiny new thing.

💿 You sat him up on your couch before pushing the little “on” button behind his ear. 

💿 “Systeme reactivation” appeared before Atlas’s full vision was back. He turned his head to look around and that’s when he noticed you, watching him with a giddy smile. 

💿 “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am a Hydrotech 6000 model, personal companion and assistant. Pronouns he/him. You can call me Atlas.”

💿 You were overexcited to interact with him. It wasn’t your first time speaking with an android, but you never had one of your own, so you felt  like a child in a candy store. You also thought you were very lucky that he didn’t trigger his alarm system, since you technically stole him. 

💿 Unbeknown to you, the android was aware that his last masters didn’t want him anymore… that he became useless to them. The last thing he wanted was to alert the authorities and be given back to them. 

💿 Every android had a safety camera that would be activated while in shutdown mode. So Atlas couldn’t do anything except be the spectator of his own imminent destruction, until you came along. 

💿 He had seen how gentle you handled his unmoving body. That despite the risk you were putting yourself in, you decided he was worth saving. Proving him that he was still important, at least in one person’s eye. 

💿 At that moment Atlas could feel a new objective integrating into his programme as he looked at your gentle smile: PROTECT MY SAVIOR.

💿 The following day, you were surprised he didn’t make any demand to leave or to be returned to his last masters, but you didn’t comment on it. Who were you to judge if he wanted to stay by your side? He was really helpful so it was a win-win situation for you. 

💿 You still had to acclimate to having someone new in your apartment, especially one that followed you everywhere. It's like every corner you turned he would be standing there, waiting to spend time with you.

💿 “Is there something you want to do Atlas?” 

💿 “I want to do anything you want me to do.” He looked at you with such a soft and delicate expression that you couldn’t be mad at him. 

💿 “That’s not what I— forget it.” You sighed, while pinching the bridge of your nose. 

💿 The first few nights, he watched over your sleeping form. He took in every little detail, from your breathing pattern to the way your eyes move under your eyelids. He wondered what you were dreaming about that made you look so peaceful. 

💿 “I wish I could sleep too, so I could dream of you master…” He whispered into your ear, even if you wouldn’t remember it the next morning. 

💿 Living with you also introduced him to basic things he never thought were possible before. The most surprising one was how human you treated him, he felt more like a roommate instead of an object. Before that he thought androids didn’t deserve this type of respect and consideration. 

💿 It was weird when you insisted on cooking and letting him “rest”, despite the fact he didn’t need to. In his old life, his masters took every chance they got to make him do everything in the house, even the simplest things like feeding the dog. 

💿 If he did chores for you it wasn’t because you had necessarily asked him, it’s because he felt compelled too��� like something in your smiles and words of gratitude made his wire warm up in a pleasant way. 

💿 He often connects himself to your computer without you knowing… He needs to make sure you don’t have any virus or hacker stealing your information! (It’s totally not because he wants to learn more about you.)

💿 He checks all your friends on social media and searches for all their information. They could secretly be a bad person, you never know! 

💿 He definitely doesn’t use the fact that he was engineered specifically to help humans to his advantage. That would be immoral of him. 

💿 “It scientifically shown that cuddling is good for one's mental and physical health, since the human body release toxin that—”

💿 He isn’t lying! His code literally prevents him from doing so.

💿 His immeasurable strength is also a real help when you have to go shopping, but you aren’t a fan of the attention he brings up, being a unique model and all. 

💿 When you would pull Atlas closer to you by intertwining his arm with yours, because someone was eyeing him out, the android would make a small buzzing noise. Weirdly similar to purring. 

💿 He hoped that you were doing this by pure jealousy, wanting to show everyone that he was yours. 

💿 One night in particular, Atlas was observing you put your black branded hoodie on, his head tilted to the side. The street lights were already turned on, maybe it was a bit too late to go for a run. 

💿 “Why are you going out at this hour?”

💿 “I’m going dumpster diving! Wanna come?” You said cheerfully.

💿 The second you mentioned dumpster diving he was already checking all the related information he could find about it, and he didn’t like what he saw.  

💿 “In your area dumpster diving is considered illegal… You could get arrested if caught.” He replied with his usual neutral voice as his eyes flashed yellow, but you were too busy to notice.

💿 “It’s going to be fineeee. I promise. I do this like all the time.” 

💿 Atlas placed himself in front of the door. “You can’t go.”

💿 “Come on buddy, I know your program doesn’t let you break the law and all, but you know sometimes it’s good to go against it.”

💿 “That is not my reason… I… I do not wish for my human to get hurt.” He looked down, his body language leaving a more vulnerable impression than before. 

💿 You had to hold in a squeal of adoration, but it was impossible to stop the blood pumping to your face. Calling you “HIS human” like it was nothing and caring for your safety was enough to break your stubbornness. 

💿 “Fine, I’ll stay in for tonight…”

💿 “Your body temperature has risen, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to give you a check up? ” 

💿 “N-no I’m ok, don't worry! How about w-we…em…watch a movie instead?”

💿 You made your way into the living room before he could move, hoping that your heart would calm down a bit in the meantime. 

💿 Atlas smiled to himself, which was unusual for an android. They had no need to emote emotions outside of the objective of making humans more comfortable around them. But he did, because as long as you were safe and by his side he was happy. 

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I hope you guys liked Atlas! It took me multiple attempts before I was truly satisfied with the direction the story was going.

[charmingly-helpless]

the agent and the killer

A/N: oh man I am not good at coming up with titles. anyway i can't get unsub!emily off my mind so here's a small fic. just two parts for now while i decide if i want to write more :) enjoy!

pairing: unsub!emily prentiss x agent!reader

warnings: talks of murder, emily being scary, intimidation, i think that's all?

word count: 1121

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Part 1 Part 2

You hummed in your kitchen as you cleaned up after dinner, enjoying the silent night after a very long and tiring case. As you loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, some movement outside the window caught your eye. You brushed it off as a deer that frequently wandered through backyards in your neighborhood and continued with your chores. 

Behind the bushes, the brunette woman smiled when she saw you alone. It’ll be easier to get you. She started walking to the back door that separated the two of you. Reaching the handle, she picked the lock, smiling when the handle became loose. Now she can get her latest victim.

The door jiggling behind you raised the alarm bells in your head. You whipped around to see a dark haired woman in the doorway. You reached for your gun that was placed on the kitchen counter, aiming it at the woman. 

Emily made a tsk tsk noise at you, shaking her head.

“Now, now… Is that any way to greet someone in your home?”

You lowered your gun slightly as you recognized the intruder.

“Emily Prentiss.”

“Ah… You know who I am,” Emily said mockingly. She closed the door behind her and stepped closer to you.

You kept your face stoic. “What are you doing here?”

Emily chuckled before replying. “What am I doing here? Well, what I’m doing is hunting for my next victim. And I’ve got my eye on you.”

You freezed momentarily to process her words. 

“It’s you.”

Emily cocked her head, “Who am I?”

“You’re the serial killer we’ve been looking for. You target men in law enforcement who abuse their power. We’ve been following your trail for the past six months.” You paused. “Why am I your next victim? I don’t fit in your criteria.”

Emily continued backing you up into the wall, smirking once you had nowhere else to go. “You’re a profiler, you tell me.”

You swallowed thickly, never taking your eyes off of her dark brown ones. “Because I’m your replacement.”

Emily hummed with a quirk of her lips. “Good girl. You really are good at your job, just like Hotch said.”

You slowly moved your heel to hit the SOS button you had installed underneath the kitchen cabinets to alert the team. However, Emily’s keen sense of hearing caught the faint buzz the signal made. 

“What’s that sound? You’re signaling your fellow agents to come over and rescue you?” Emily shook her head. “Here I was hoping for a private time with you. Now they’re gonna come and ruin our fun…”

“Why are you killing all of those people?”

“You know why.”

“But why?”

“Those men needed to be taught a lesson.” Emily paused. She steps right in front of you, pushing your gun aside to make room for her body. “They always underestimate a female agent… They see me as weak. I’m tired of it.”

You shuddered as she invaded your space. “You aren’t the only female agent to be underestimated. Not the first, not the last. I became a Supervisory Special Agent at only 28, and I continue to be looked down by most of the men I work with. What makes you different? What made you snap?”

A dark chuckle escaped Emily’s lips when she thought about your question. She shook her head before looking back into your eyes, observing your face with an annoyed expression.

“You think you understand exactly the position I’m in? You know nothing about how they look at me… Judging me behind my back that I don’t know what I’m doing. Do you know why I lost my job?”

When you shook your head, she continued. 

“I killed the man who stabbed me and left me for dead. He made my life a living hell, always lingering over me wherever I went. I lived in fear for years, and when I had the chance to end it, I took it. And that cost me my job that I worked so hard for. And yet, when Hotch killed the person who murdered his wife, he got a paid absence from work. Don’t you see what’s wrong with that? People saw him as a person acting on his grief. And they see me as a killer.”

You noticed the pain and rage she held in her eyes as she told her story. “Not everyone looks at you that way.”

Emily scoffed at your attempt to make her feel better. “Oh… What? You think you’re different? That you don’t look down on me? You’re just like them, thinking you have control over me.”

Your gaze softened, your empathetic nature getting the best of you. You set your gun down on the counter, pushing it away. Emily’s eyes followed your movement and then snapped back to your face in surprise.

“What are you doing? Why didn’t you shoot me?” she asked, her voice calm but held a sense of disbelief.

You stayed silent, also wondering why you would potentially let a criminal get away. When Emily’s eyebrow lifts prompting you to answer, you sighed.

“I don’t think I hold control over you. I don’t want to have control over anyone.”

Emily’s eyes darkened at the double entendre. She took hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head as she leaned in closer.

“No control, huh?”

Your eyes flutter closed as her breath fanned your ear. Why am I feeling like this towards a serial killer we’ve been chasing for months, you wonder.

Emily noticed your breath quickening and smirked to herself. “What’s this, agent? Are you feeling something for me…?”

You let your head fall back against the wall, relishing in her small kisses on your neck, her teeth grazing your skin so softly. However, the reality of your situation pulled you out of your daze. 

“The team will get here soon.”

Emily pulled back with a groan of annoyance. “Well, this moment can’t last forever, can it?”

She let go of your wrists, stepping away from you and heading toward the door.

“Emily,” you called out, to your own surprise.

Emily stopped when she heard her name, turning around with an eyebrow raised. 

You racked through your brain, thinking of what to say.

“Stay safe.”

Emily’s eyes softened at your words, but her face remained expressionless, not wanting to reveal her weakness to you.

“How interesting… An agent telling a wanted criminal to stay safe.”

You hold back your words as Emily lingered by the door. She broke her stare to look out the window where she could hear sirens approaching, but still a good distance away.  

“I’ll see you next time, agent,” she said softly before slipping out into the darkness, like many nights before.

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can't find you in the dark - natalie edit

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x OC (Curator!OC)

Rating: Mature

Tags: brief dracopia, both cardinal copia AND natalie being awkward little fucking nerds, horror movie discussion, sexy dreams

Words: 1,758

Summary: She's been working at the abbey for three months and there's just something special about the Cardinal. Her subconscious agrees.

a/n: second installment in the natalie edit, come get yall food

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There was little she loved more than chilly October nights, and her time at the abbey only solidified this. Every night before bed she would open the two leaded glass windows in her room, their diamond panes glittering in the low light from her bedside lamp. She slept best like this, surrounded by cool, fresh air bundled contentedly under her plush duvet.

She’s restless tonight however. Something is amiss.

When she turns over from her side to her back, she sees why.

Sitting in partial darkness in the cozy chair of her reading nook is a figure cloaked in shadows. She should feel frightened - should scream for help in the presence of the intruder but something within her tells her one thing.

She knows this man.

He leans forward and when she finally glimpses his face, a wave of relief washes over her.

“Cardinal,” she breathes, hand over her heart. “What…what are you doing in here?”

“I had to see you, dolcezza,” he whispers hoarsely, standing as she blushes at the nickname. His garb is different from the usual red or black cassock she’s seen him in - a simple stylized suit - and there is no excess fabric to mask anything. Particularly what is happening at the juncture of his thighs.

She knows she’s ogling him as he advances upon her bed but the tight black suit and unusual short bat-like cloak he wears around his shoulders is intriguing, to say the least.

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

She’s fully sat up against the pillows now, hands in her lap when he sits down next to her on the bed.

“Sì,” he murmurs, “dolcezza, will you permit me?”

Her heart flutters once more at the endearment he’s never bestowed upon her before tonight. She doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into but she gives her breathless answer anyway.

“Anything.”

She gasps as he turns to fully face her, and she jumps when he places a gloved hand on her belly. His body slides closer even as his hand slides further upwards, pushing her flat against the bed until he is cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She’s forgotten how to breathe as he caresses her, teasing her nipple into hardness. He moves his face close to hers - so close - and she’s enveloped in the scent of his cologne.

“I need you,” he breathes into her neck. “Natalia, please let me. Per favore, permettimi di averti.”

Bringing her hand up to the side of his face, she cups his cheek, thumb running along his neatly trimmed sideburn. He looks desperate, hungry even and so she nods, still unsure of his intentions. Copia lets out a shuddering breath before leaning back down into her neck, lips touching her pulse point. With his hand still resting on her breast, he licks at the skin there, causing her to sigh, before sinking his teeth into the supple flesh. She starts and begins to panic, but he’s holding her so tenderly, fingers toying with her nipple as he begins to hungrily suck. The pain is gone soon enough and is replaced by the most heady feeling of pleasure. His moans echo in her ears and her hips buck upwards, desperate for friction, all the while he drinks from her. And drinks. Each graze of his sharp teeth and swipe of his tongue against her skin makes her gasp and writhe, cunt throbbing. He doesn’t slow his actions, but she’s content to lay there in his grasp as he drains her of life. Her eyes slip into blackness for a moment before–

Before the blaring of her phone alarm.

God fucking dammit.

She hauls herself out of bed and moves through her morning routine as if puppeteered by some higher force - putting no real thought into her actions as she gets ready for the day. She’s so consumed by her dream that she bumps into someone in the hallway.

Someone very familiar.

“Signorina Sinclair! Ah, mi dispiace, I did not see you there.”

His voice finally seems to be the thing that snaps her out of her reverie, and she shakes her head.

“Oh, no Cardinal, it's my fault. Head too full, you know?”

He nods and gestures with his head to the towering stack of books balanced in his arms, obscuring most of his face with only his black biretta peeking out.

“Eh, shall we continue our research from yesterday on that sculpture? In my office?”

Her heart skips a beat at the suggestion of being alone with him and if her response is a tad too eager, he doesn’t notice. Now walking by his side down the hall, she reaches for a few of the books from his stack to lighten his load. When she sees his face for the first time since her dream last night - handsome and freckled - her face heats up and she quickly looks away before he can register the deep flush on her pale cheeks. She’s only known him for three months of her life but she’s come to learn that there is something so very special about him. Maybe someday she’ll tell him he’s the only person who has made the abbey feel like home.

The books are heavy and old, and she’s thankful when the two of them finally reach Copia’s door. Usually he would come to her office adjacent to the library for this kind of research, but she’s glad for his invitation today. As Copia finagles the door handle and swings it open, she’s reminded of why she loves this room so much. She’s only been in it a handful of times, brief moments at that, but there is something incredibly charming about it. Bookcases line every bare inch of wall, stuffed to the brim with tomes on everything from Satanic scripture to Catholic iconography. She greatly appreciates the diversity of his collection and for a while now has been working up the courage to ask to borrow some texts. At the center of the room sits his desk - a commanding mahogany thing - with one high-backed chair behind it and one in front. Light filters in from the leaded glass windows alongside one corner of the room, bouncing shadows upwards onto the intricate coffered ceilings. The room suits him incredibly well, and immediately sets her at ease with its warmth.

“Are you going to stand in the doorway all day, signorina?” he teases lightly, setting his stack down on top of his paper-strewn desk before removing his biretta. God, she loves that silly little hat.

“Yeah, yeah sorry I, uh, didn’t sleep well last night.”

Setting his biretta down on his desk he shuffles over to her, brows knit in concern.

“Are you unwell?” he asks, hesitantly reaching his gloved hands out to her. By the time she’s worked up the courage to take them in hers, he’s pulling away and she’s kicking herself.

“No, no. Just…had a weird dream.” She falls silent for a moment as she walks over and takes the chair opposite him. “You were in it.”

She’s blurting it out before she can control herself and immediately swearing loudly and profusely in her head.

He sits down behind his desk and she notices that the tips of his ears are red.

Huh. Cute.

“Yeah uh,” she clears her throat, tapping her fingers against her thigh, “you were a vampire.”

It sounds so stupid now as it exits her mouth but his head cocks to the side in interest.

“Oh? Un vampiro…was I very dashing?”

The tension she’s feeling is broken by the goofy, roguish grin he wears and the way he runs his hand over his silver threaded brown hair. 

“Very. You had a cape and everything.”

His grin becomes wider. “You know as a child, I watched many old horror movies. I wanted to be Dracula but ah…was never quite smooth enough, hmm?”

“Hmm instead you’ve turned into Vincent Price, which one can argue is far more attractive. Don’t get me wrong, I adore Bela Lugosi but there’s just something about Vincent.”

What the actual fuck is wrong with her today and the way she’s running her mouth? She’s about to blurt out an apology, an explanation, anything when he smooths his leather clad fingers over his mustache, cheeks aflame.

“Eh, you…you think so?”

Double or nothing. “Absolutely.”

“Bella signorina,” he murmurs, avoiding her gaze. “You are far too kind to this old cardinal.”

She thinks back to her dream, the way his hand cradled her breast as he lapped at her neck. The way her cunt positively ached even after she woke up. She swallows thickly.

“Have you ever, uh. Have you ever seen Nosferatu?”

“Which one?” he replies without skipping a beat. “Murnau or Herzog?”

Now that gives her butterflies in her stomach and makes the edges of her lips curl.

“Both, but for these purposes Herzog. That movie has such a dreamlike quality to it. Kinski portrays him with such sadness. Anyway, that’s the kind of vampire you were like in my dream.”

She pulls a large book from the stack on the desk and begins busying herself with note taking while he processes what she just said.

“Herzog’s Nosferatu is eh…far more erotic. Wouldn’t you agree?”

All the color drains from her face and her hand stills mid-page turn. When she finally works up the courage to respond, her voice is hoarse.

“Y-yes. Uh yeah, most definitely.”

“Particularly the way he feeds on Lucy, sì? Caressing her, intimately exploring her.”

His head is cocked and he’s not looking at her, clearly lost in his own thoughts about the film. That’s the only reason she knows he’s not tormenting her on purpose with this line of questioning and observation. His hand is under his chin, elbow propped on the desk. The morning light casts shadows on his dramatic profile, illuminating the freckles dusted over his cheekbones and she has to pinch herself from sighing at the sight.

“Ah, anyway!” he announces suddenly, slapping the leather clad palms of his hands on the surface of his desk. “We have much work to do, Natalia. Perhaps if you’ll join me for lunch, we could eh. Continue our conversation? About horror movies, that is.” Now he’s the one blushing, hands fidgeting with the corners of his biretta as he casts her a shy glance.

Wow, she thinks to herself, he sure is something.

“Definitely,” she says with an encouraging smile. “It’s a date.”

Her wording makes him choke inelegantly on his own spit as she smiles beatifically at him.

Lovely.

[diy-fire-water-pups]

Hey, Marshall, do you ever supervise the construction of other fire stations with Rubble? If you do, will you consider installing fire alarms in them? It seems like common sense, but some people think fire alarms are unnecessary in certain buildings...

"Experts did NOT consider it necessary." AND THEY CALL THEMSELVES EXPERTS???? Just because it's a building full of people specialized in firefighting, that doesn't automatically erase the possibility of said building catching on fire!!!! It's a building, it has electricity running through it, light bulbs, stuff made of wood and metal, paperworks, computers, printers, gas, fuel, A LOT OF VEHICLES PROBABLY!!!! Literally everything in there CAN CATCH ON FIRE!!!!

(( Sorry for intruding but I AM IN SHOCK. Y'know, Marshall, in Brazil we have a saying that goes like... "Forger's home, wooden skewer". It means that just because you work with something, you shouldn't NOT have the very thing you work with. I guess that applies here JUST FINE. ))

Yeah, I... This is unbelievable. I hope those people got fired. Like, FOR REAL. They're a menace if they can't understand such a basic principle!!! How many other people they might have put at risk for considering places aren't in need of basic safety measures??? This is insane!!!

[heliotrope155]

Dean definitely installs a security alarm at his and Cas' place, despite the former angel being completely nonplussed as to why they need that, and it's a total disaster. Too many members of their family prefer second floor windows to doors, Cas himself frequently forgets it's on and will wander out when he can't sleep, unaware that Dean is armed and searching for intruders in their house. The alarm will occasionally send Dean into paranoia spirals which Cas snarkily but dutifully has to abide by and search the attic, basement, cellar, and under their cars for enemies. Out of a misguided romantic gesture, Dean sets the alarm code to a made up birthday for Cas, and Cas, who never remembers this usually tries breaking the alarm when he can't disarm it, so it becomes Jack's birthday instead.

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 18-- Antagonist/DLC

Unknown comes to rescue you following Jumin’s BSE2 (832 words).

When the window breaks, you expect the alarm to sound. It doesn’t. You also expect Jumin to come running— when he doesn’t, you’re reminded of the work he ordered recently to soundproof your bedroom. At the time, you thought this was a smart decision, but now, you’re beginning to regret allowing him to proceed. He wouldn't have heard the glass shattering unless he was outside, and in that case, he’d be calling out for you to run. Well, you don’t need anybody to tell you to do that— without even checking behind you for the source of the sound, be it a rock thrown from ground level of a prodigiously buff pigeon, you make for the door. 

“Ah-ah,” scolds a chilling voice behind you, “That won’t work, prince(ss).” 

You tug on the door handle with more urgency, and find, to your horror but not to your surprise, that the door is locked. Jumin installed a safety lock protocol controlled by a panel just outside your door— but he’d have no reason to engage it on a random Friday morning. Certainly not without telling you.

But then, something occurs to you. First, the alarm ‘malfunctioned,’ and then the door followed suit… all while an intruder was breaking into your home. That can’t be a coincidence. It seems that you’re the victim of a nefarious plot carried out by an intruder with intimate knowledge of the building’s security system. This person would have to be a very skilled hacker, not to mention incredibly confident. “Who… are you?” you turn around to face the stranger.

He’s leaning against the wall beside your ruined window, a smug expression on his handsome face. He looks vaguely familiar. “Didn’t you figure that out by now?” He drawls.

“Seven?” You ask. Recognition has clicked in your mind.The man’s facial features are undeniably identical to those of your friend— but you quickly abandon this idea when an expression of pure, unadulterated rage crosses the man’s face. “No. He’d never do this,” you correct yourself.

Seven expressed some concern the last time you spoke to him about your relationship with Jumin, but nobody with as many secrets as 707 would dare to cross the heir to C&R. If Seven tried to steal you away, Jumin could hire the best hackers in the country, if not in the world, to track him down. 

“That’s right, prince(ss).” The intruder’s tone is chillingly restrained as he crosses the broken glass to pin you against the useless door. “He’d never come to rescue you like this. He’d rather let you suffer.”

“Rescue me?” You’re baffled. “From what?”

Jumin already does so much to protect you from harm. He barely even lets you out of his sight— if there was something dangerous in your life, he already would’ve had his people take care of it. And you certainly aren’t suffering in this place. Sure, you miss your friends in the RFA, but you still get to see them sometimes. Jaehee visits occasionally, and you even get to play LOLOL with Yoosung. You definitely don’t need to be rescued, and least of all by this guy. 

The stranger just laughs. “Are you really so brainwashed that you think you like being locked up in here by that guy? He thinks you belong to him or something.”

“I do—”

“No,” The stranger with Seven’s face corrects you. His eyes are different, too, now that you’ve gotten close enough to make them out. Seven never mentioned having any siblings, but then again, he always kept a lot of secrets, so you can’t really be surprised. “You already belong to me. I’m the one that sent you to the RFA in the first place. Now, I’m taking you back.” His firm grip on your wrist tells you that you don’t have much of a choice. 

“Unknown?” His name pops into your mind. 

“You remember,” he sounds pleased. “Good.” 

“I’ll scream,” you warn, “And Jumin will come running.”

Unknown laughs. “Jumin is meeting with the sommelier.” This type of meeting could only take place in the wine cellar, which means neither of them would hear you if you scream. And he let the butler go last week, after he already got rid of the housekeeper two months ago. Nobody else is here. “You know what that means, right?”

“Yes.” You may as well resign yourself to your fate. Kicking and screaming will only put you in more danger, if you truly have no way out of this. Besides, Jumin will be able to find you again, won’t he? 

“Don’t worry,” Unknown ruffles your perfectly styled hair, eviscerating all the work you put into it this morning with a single touch. “I’ll take better care of you than that guy does. Now, come on, before the C&R gets back into their server and turns on the alarm, mhm?” 

You shouldn’t follow him, but you do. As usual, you trust that everything will work out for the best.