#reader-centric

The sound of leaden footsteps coming from behind the old wooden door made my heart race as I held my breath. The footsteps stopped in front of the door, and I saw the shadow of feet in the low moonlight. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, the door handle began to turn, and the creek of the run-down door made my spine crawl.

The slight moonlight casted shadows upon his face, his eyes sunken and jaw sharp. He entered the room slowly with a small, enigmatic smile. “Finally, you’re awake.” he said, while circling around the room. He stopped in the far corner to the right of me, still making sure that he was still in my eyeline. His persian blue eyes, illuminated by moonlight, locked onto me as I sat in a defiant silence. His eyebrow raised slightly when he realized that I had intended to keep silent so long as I was being held captive. “I didn’t bring you here to hurt you Y/N” he spoke, pushing his body off of the wall and walking behind the chair I was chained to. He leaned his head over my shoulder, and I turned my head away before he whispered softly in my ear. “I want you to join me” he said. My head snapped back in his direction, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Join him? Hell of a recruiting technique.

He returned to towering over me before beginning to circle the room again. His hands joined behind his back, the same dark cloak from before draped over his shoulders, and silver hair almost glowing in the low light. “Join me Y/N and you can finally use your abilities like they were intended” he told me, with a small smile, “that so called “pack” doesn’t appreciate what you can do. You’re just as powerful as they are, if not more so, and you don’t even have to sprout fur”.

My eyes followed him as he walked along the perimeter of the room, his eyes running over me like a predator looking at its prey, stalking me almost. He’ll dip into a shadow along one wall and appear coming out of another, eyes still locked on me. Although the pack doesn’t always listen to the advice I give them after a vision, they still appreciate it, don’t they?

“No” I said harshly, averting my eyes from his. He quickly comes to stand in front of me, squatting down and bringing his hand to my chin and forcing me to face in his direction. His eyes boring into mine as he spoke: “And so she speaks”. After breaking eye contact and jerking my head from his grip, he stood up again and towered over me. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, and a seemingly calm wave came over him. He began circling yet again, before stopping to stand against the door. His arms crossed against his chest and his chin lifted to take in the luminescence of the sky. My heartbeat began to settle, but sped once again after I spoke. “I’m not afraid of you” I told him, in a steady voice. His eyes were once again drawn to mine and his arms fell from his sides, a small grin on his lips.

“You don’t have to be” he said cooly, “because I know something that you want. A longing, really”. My heart dropped at his words. No. He couldn’t know. No one knows. “Let me show you what I can give to you Y/N, so long as you stand by my side”.

“No” I replied quickly, jerking my head away from his approaching hand, “no”. But his cold hand reached my forehead and my eyelids fell heavily, head left hanging in front of me.

The moment my eyes opened, they immediately shut again, having to adjust to the bright lighting. After a few moments, I finally sat up and scanned over the room. I was in my living room, sitting on the couch when my attention was captured by noises coming from the kitchen. I walked through the house and peeked through the doorway, only to be hit with scents of garlic and basil. Pots and pans were strewn across the counter tops and ingredients were placed near their appropriate dish. In the midst of my kitchen confusion, two strong arms came to wrap around my torso, and a face buried itself in my neck. “Good morning princess, or should I say night”. I recognized the voice immediately and butterflies erupted in my stomach. I turned myself in his arms, bringing mine around his neck, my eyes meeting his emerald ones. “What’s all this for?” I asked him, laying my head on his chest.

“Our anniversary. I know it’s a little early, but I wanted to surprise you” he said, as a blush crept onto my cheeks. I pulled my head away from his chest and scanned around the kitchen before speaking: “You’re making me dinner? Are you sure you don’t want to go out?” I said with a giggle.

He pressed his hand to his chest, pretending to be offended and replied, “I’ll have you know, Y/N, I happen to be an amazing chef”. We both broke into a fit of laughter and only stopped to catch our breath. I looked around the kitchen once more with wide eyes. It really was a mess in here. “Are you sure you don’t want any help?” I asked, optimistically.

“No, no, no, I got this, I promise” he replied with a cheeky smile and a laugh. He shooed me out of the kitchen, and I sat in a bar stool on the opposite side of the counter admiring him. The shirt he wore hugged his muscular body so well, even watching him cook was like a work of art. He turned and made his way around the kitchen clumsily, making an even bigger mess in the process, but who could be mad when your chef looks that good? He stood in front of me, on the other side of the counter, with flour on his nose. I giggled and tried to wipe it off for him but he had another idea. He grabbed my face with his floured hand and kissed me. Not only getting flour on my nose, just like his, but on a whole other side of my face.

After laughing at each others floured faces, and finally cleaning them off, dinner was finally ready. Bringing the completed dishes onto the table, we ate, and I complimented him on his cooking skills, while also chuckling out an apology for my earlier comments. Once we both finished eating, we cleaned up the kitchen together in a comfortable silence, smiling at the other if they caught our eye.

The last dish was put away and Theo suggested a walk. I took his warm hand in mine as we started out the door and onto the wooded trail behind my house. The cool autumn breeze blew and the colorful leaves fell. Everything looked so beautiful this time of year. The trail was covered in red and orange leaves, crunching underneath our feet. The sun began to set and the soft twilight gave everything a sort of glow. I was lost  in the wonderment of the trees and hadn’t noticed Theo taking us down a different path than normal. The trail dead-ended to a beautiful gazebo covered with fairy lights. I lead us to stand inside of it and let go of his hand to spin and take in the beauty of all the lights.

“Theo, what is this place?” I asked. Had he been here before? A few seconds passed, and he was still silent. “Theo?”. Once I turned around, my heart dropped. I felt light-headed and tears came to my eyes. He sat on one knee in front of me, holding out a velvet box containing a diamond ring. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered so much so I could barely breathe.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, everything in front of me began to fade away like a mirage. Theo, the trail, it was all gone. It felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs, and my heart was torn out all at once. He was gone. He was never mine. The tears spilled from my eyes, not from happiness like before, but hurt and anger. I looked up at the shadowed man and pulled against my chains. “You are cruel” I told him.

“No, Y/N, this is kindness. That’s what you truly want isn’t it? To be normal? To be loved?” he replied. My body relaxed amongst the chains. It is what I want. “He doesn’t see you now but he will. I can give you a happy life, so long as you stand by my side Y/N”. He moves his body off of the door and circles me once more, stopping in front of me and bringing his hand under my chin and tilting my head up, this time without any struggle. “So what do you say, Y/N?” he asks, deeply.

“Will you join me?”.

Part 2

Writer’s Note: Sammie, I know this isn’t what you had in mind but I hope you like it regardless. If any of you are confused, I made the readers character clairvoyant, she’s not just crazy I promise. I’m also thinking of adding a bit of witch in her, what do y’all think?? This is my first two-parter, and first Halloween inspired writing and would really appreciate some feedback and hearing what you guys think! (also there will be more Theo in the next part, i promise!)

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