#tmmmvn

Miller is patient with MC, but he isn’t that patient. If they’re being violent with him at a near-constant, he’ll restrain them. They’ll be tied to the bed, or a chair, or something so that they can’t do that to him. And he’s not above drugging them to keep them complacent. If Miller thinks MC is too “worked up,” he’ll give them something to calm them down.

Pairing: Miller (Miller the Mountain Man) x Reader

Genre: Angst, Yandere

Word Count: ~500

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Your hand is on the doorknob. You don’t remember walking there. You just remember the look on his face—that blend of betrayal and something darker. Something rooted so deep it couldn’t be reasoned with. He watches you from behind. Silent. Still.

You grip the knob tighter. Turn it slowly. The door creaks open with a cold groan, the winter air bleeding into the cabin like a warning. You take one step. Just one. And that’s as far as you get.

A hand slams against the door above your head, hard, and it shuts with a bang that rattles the hinges. You flinch violently, breath caught in your throat. He’s behind you now—chest to your back, the heat of him searing into your skin. You try to turn, but his other arm wraps around your waist, pinning you in place.

“You weren’t gonna say goodbye?” His voice is low. Not angry. Not yet. But there’s something terrifying about how calm it is. Like the surface of a frozen lake, with something violent just underneath. “After everything I’ve done for you, you were just gonna slip out?”

You swallow hard. “Miller—please.”

“Please what?” He tightens his grip. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind you how strong he is. How helpless you are if he wants you to be. “I told you not to leave me.”

You whisper, “You can’t keep me here.”

He leans in. Mouth brushing the shell of your ear. “Watch me.” His voice is soft. Deadly. You shiver, and it has nothing to do with the cold.

“You think I don’t know how this works? You leave, and I’m just some chapter in your story. A mistake you made on a trip you shouldn’t’ve taken. Someone you used.” His fingers dig just slightly into your hip. “But I don’t forget. I don’t move on.”

You finally twist in his grip, just enough to look him in the eye. There’s something wild behind them. Hurt. Fear. Possession. And love. The kind of love that looks a lot like obsession.

“You’re scaring me,” you say softly. His face crumples for just a second. It’s the first crack in the mask.

“I don’t wanna scare you,” he breathes. “I just—I don’t wanna lose you. Not like this. Not to them.”

You realize then: this isn’t just about betrayal. This is about control. About the idea that someone could take you away from him. That you’d choose to leave him.

“I can’t let you go.” Your fingers inch toward the doorknob again. And that’s when something shifts. He lets go. Takes a step back. His voice is cold now. Distant.

“Go on, then.” You hesitate. “You got ten seconds before I change my mind.”

You turn. Open the door again. Step into the snow.

He doesn’t follow. But you feel him watching you the whole way down the path. Like the woods themselves are holding their breath. And just before you cross the treeline, you hear his voice—quiet and heavy, carried on the wind: “You’ll come back.”

Not a plea.

He’d wake up instantly, probably in a slight panic because pain means danger and he’d think maybe someone is there to hurt MC or something. But when he wakes up enough to realize it’s literally just MC he’d be absolutely confused. He knows people can do weird things in their sleep, but sleep-biting is something he for sure never considered. He might even doubt MC is really asleep, even though he wouldn’t think there’s any reason they would bite him on purpose. He’d probably nudge MC a bit, just testing to see if they’re really asleep or not. And when he realizes they truly are, he’d take care of things calmly. Reposition MC to lay properly in bed, maybe rub the wound if it particularly hurts, and when he tries to go back to sleep he’ll keep a tighter hold on MC to make sure it won’t happen again.

"Hi, I think I killed someone"

"Help, what do I do?" ⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥

The line would go silent. Only because he knows he’s capable of murder, but the idea that you could do the same thing (especially when he views MC as needing protection from him) is not something he could comprehend. But when his brain finally catches up to it…

“Are you hurt?” It’s the first thing he would say. Because his too priority is your wellbeing. If you say you’re okay, his next question comes immediately: “Where are you?” Not what happened, not why. He barely even cares about that, he just knows he needs to help. And then when he gets that information, he gives you orders: 1. Stay where you are. 2. Don’t touch anything.

He gets to you as fast as physically possible. When he arrives, he doesn’t rush the scene emotionally. He surveys everything first. He’d want to know if the person is actually dead, if there’s any witnesses, if it was self-defence, where the evidence is. His demeanor would be unsettlingly composed. Almost like he had done it a couple dozen times before.

Everyone warned you, you just didn’t want to listen. He isn’t angry with you—and that’s the most terrifying part.

The confrontation is finally here. If you’re lucky, you’ll get to bring Samantha or Reece as moral support. Or you’ll have to face him alone.