Fall In Love {Vergil X Reader} Preface
You awake in a darken room with nothing but the sound of chains clinging together each time you move. You begin to paint over and over again nervous as to where it is exactly you've been kidnapped.
Earlier in the day you remember it was slow at the cafe with only an hour left on your shift. Finally! You told yourself. You'd be able to go home to nice and toasty studio and see Patches again. You knew he would start to get impatient when you weren't home at a certain time of night. And it was around 30 minutes left a mysterious yet handsome man walked in an order a black coffee.
He wore a dark coat and a fedora to cover his hair which happened to be ash-white. He was very gentle and respectful to you. He didn't try to pick you up or even attempted to hit on you. That was probably the best part of why you found him so tolerable and intriguing. However, it was something that he said to you after paying for the beverage that in fact made you cringe. But you couldn't really put your finger on what it was he said.
There was a faint light illuminating only little over 1/4 of the dark room. You weren't sure if it had been on for a while or just ignited. All you thought of was the possibility of some pervert entering and trying to have his way with you. That made your mind flutter with horrible conclusions frantically. In fact, you almost resented the fact that you were close to begging for your life. It wasn't a bad idea. Nor was it going to slip from you anytime soon. This was a life and death matter at this point.
You felt a cold steel around both of your wrist finally coming to the conclusion that it much have been shackles and hence the reason there was a melody of colliding chains when you had woke up. You concluded that maybe this was all in your head after a long day of work. It was just a figment of your imagination. You created this fantasy out of all you've been through as a prisoner for those who treated you poorly.
But if this was a dream and not a reality, why did you have that man appear so strangely like that?
The door that sounded way too heavy to even be supported by those hinges swung opened slowly. You were blinded by a ray of bright light that came from outside. It must have been a very long time since you were exposed to any kind of lighting. But slowly you allowed yourself to adjusted just as a precaution and to keep your mind off the fact that you were no longer able to process this sudden event.
You heard footsteps that were surprising very light, trot towards you. You stiffened at the change of attire from your work uniform to an elegant but short black cocktail dress. You also noted that there was a train sewed to the back of it. A transparent lace attachment with a light blue ink design that covered a good half of the portion. You were definitely missing something to this whole fantasy.
"I'm sorry if I startled you. But you've been asleep for far too long now. Time to getting a move on _" You looked up at that familiar and pleasant tone. No. You tried to convince yourself that it wasn't him.
That man you met just hours ago.
No.
Anyone but him!
"W-where am I?" You asked nervously. You kept your gaze from looking towards this man.
"I think we should relent any questioning just for the moment."
Why was this happening to you? What did you do wrong? And why were you wearing this expensive looking dress?
"Everybody wants a taste..." You mumbled.
"What?"
"That's what you said to me in cafe. Everybody wants a taste." You finally looked up and met his gaze with your own. The worse part of it all...he was irresistibly gorgeous.