#dark macklin

yet, Macklin has another side, a more private one, reserved just for you. And on that side, he's... unhealthy, obsessive, and jealous. The Mack everyone knows vanishes, replaced by someone who loves you too much, someone who spends hours every day figuring out how to keep you by his side.

sometimes he lies, using the perfect words to make you feel guilty or worried so you won’t leave his side for even a second. Other times, he’s clingy, wanting to know everything you do and be part of every aspect of your routine, knowing full well that you don't realize what’s really going on and simply let him do it.

why would you ever doubt your boyfriend?

you only really do it when his concern turns into a problem, like when he drags you to the bedroom to fuck you senseless because he saw you talking to one of his teammates, or because he found out a rival of his started following you on social media. When he won't let you leave the house because he doesn't want anyone else to see you. When he uses guilt to make you change your clothes, insisting you save his favorite outfits for when it’s just the two of you alone.

even then, you don't walk away; he’s so deeply inside your head that he knows exactly how to solve your doubts. He starts doing the opposite, manipulating you into distancing yourself from others so you’ll be closer to him. And all that while no one suspects a thing; you two look so adorable together, who would ever imagine there’s something else going on?

no one knows about the marks on your body, the ones he leaves when he kisses your neck, biting and sucking until bruises form; or the marks from when he bites other parts of you, or smacks your ass until it’s purple.

no one knows about the times your legs stop working, or that your thighs bleed from his bites.

no one knows the way he likes to fuck you, seeking to leave you unconscious from overstimulation if that keeps you from going to that party.

no one knows about that.

it’s a secret shared only between you and the walls of your home, walls that watch as you give in once again, enjoying a little too much the way he slides inside you, clearing your mind so you can let him do whatever he wants.

it’s always the same.

but you have no regrets. That feeling is gone now.

all you feel is love. A desire to stay.

because that’s how he trained you. Your sweet, attentive boy, who is also a bit jealous and possessive.

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at first, you didn't realize what was happening; you just assumed you were overspending on a few things. Maybe... you just needed to cut on some subscriptions and purchases that could wait.

but then it kept happening, more and more often. Your money no longer lasted a week, and making it to the end of the month became a real struggle, which was incredibly worrying since you have rent to pay and you won't be able to, no matter how much you try to ration and improve your lifestyle.

it just doesn't work, so you're venting to your closest friends right now, who listen, feigning concern as they try to offer advice that makes sense at the time.

of course, you don't realize that you're asking for help from the people who created your financial problem, who easily gained access to your account, slowly draining it until you had no other option but to give in.

and at some point, you'll need to ask for real help, and the most logical thing would be to ask them, your unconditional friends who are there for you when you're at your lowest, constantly offering support, reminding you that you'll always have a place in their home if you need it. Planting the idea in your mind so you can use that resource at the perfect moment.

like now, when the landlord asks for the keys back, giving you a worried look, because he knows you're not that kind of girl, but you still let him down, another month without being able to pay on time, asking for extension after extension until he couldn't take it anymore, asking you to leave. His eyes filled with pity.

and that makes you feel helpless. You feel inconsolable and don't know where to go. And you try to fight, to remain independent, battling all of life's obstacles, but you know it's almost impossible, so you have to say goodbye to what's most important to you.

your independence.

and that's how you arrive at their apartment, gently knocking on the door, your cheeks with tears, suitcases in hand, watching Will open the door, feigning surprise as he lets you in, in the wolf's den.

the most dangerous place you could go, but also where you'll feel safest.

because they know what they're doing, so the first few days are calm, normal. You get hugs from both of them, movie nights with Mack, car rides with Will. And they do everything to see you smile again, even if it's just a small smile. For them, that's enough. That's what fuels them.

until they start acting behind your back, first watching everything you do, who you talk to. Ruining every plan that comes up where there's a risk of you leaving. Because they won't allow that. There's no way you're leaving now that you're in there.

and it doesn't matter if they have to threaten people, pull strings. You're not going anywhere, so just watch as each day becomes more frustrating for you, with every proposal being rejected, even with people blocking you, insulting you, without you being able to understand why you're having bad luck.

and they see how you start to get used to it, how you start walking around the house in your pajamas every morning, making them breakfast, seeking their affection now that you feel so bad. So, of course, they give you what you need, keeping you happy and comfortable in their home while they slowly train you.

because the offer to quit your job won't come out of nowhere. They know you wouldn't accept it so easily. But they might have a chance if they manage to break you, to show you that the world doesn't need you working or studying when you're so comfortable and free with them.

no matter how long it takes, they're determined to achieve it, so they plant the idea in your mind, little by little, watching how you adapt, how you start to like it, while they silently enjoy themselves, spying on you, learning more and more about you.

like the way you tend to shower, believing no one is watching, unaware of the small cameras, or the times they peek through the door when the camera isn't enough. Just like when you start getting dressed, while they watch the cameras in the living room a couple of doors away, savoring every part of your body you let them see, without having the slightest idea that it's happening.

and you're so safe, so secure with them that you're not even bothered when your panties start disappearing, or when certain items of clothing appear washed and folded, knowing you hadn't done it. You just take it as something normal. Maybe your panties had been left in the washing machine, and they had done a kind thing by washing your things.

because that's how good they are to you.

and so you continued, slowly falling into their trap until they managed to break you. Ruining your independence, your identity. Making you dependent on them in every aspect of your life, even those you don't know about, and you can't even complain anymore, because you enjoy the way you live, while putting on a show for them, which gradually emboldens them to make their next move.

although... maybe for their first acts they'll have to use the pills they bought, or the chocolates they accidentally left on the kitchen counter. For you.

all without you knowing. Without you noticing how deeply you were falling for them, those who approach from the shadows, fantasizing about you being completely theirs, watching you sleep, looking at your naked body, imagining the most obscene things anyone could think of. All under that mask of sweet, funny, innocent boys.

.☘︎ ݁˖໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১