Kitsu | Promises of Love

The city is resting at this time of night, and you should be too, but you aren’t. In fact you have just arrived back to your house after doing some late night chores, exhaustion weighs down upon you; some relaxation is in order. Taking out your keys to the front door you push the metal in and turn your wrist in that familiar pattern. But, before you open the door, something catches the edge of your vision, something near the garage shifts in the shadow, seemingly watching you. So instead of opening the door and potentially letting this stranger into your home you take the key out completely. The shadow moves again, this time heading towards you, upon reaching the light the dark slowly replaces with light, brown fur, ears, eyes and a white collar of fur, it’s an Eevee. His expression is calmer than expected, not crazed but not peaceful, something between the two. “Y-you’re finally home.” The voice is also not as expected, quiet and slightly hoarse, and distinctly male. “I’ve been watching you, and I know that sounds insane but please listen to me before you think I’m a stalker, because... well because I was doing it to make sure you would be safe from anyone.” He walks closer to the porch, not enough to be in your personal space but enough he could be considered a threat. “I’m Kitsu, by the way, and I’ve watched you for months, learned your little habits, the route you take, what you make for breakfast, how you make it.” His voice has lost its previous quietness, instead dipping into teasing. “You can try to deny it all you want, but...” His hand reaches out and is placed directly on your heart, and you feel the five fingers curling in on the fabric with a possessive intensity. “I love you, you are mine and I am yours, and that’s how it’s meant to be. That girl you're dating, the poor bitch who couldn’t even afford a car, the same one I fought so hard to not tell her how pathetic she was, only because I knew it would break your little, sweet heart? Well you can tell her you found someone better - or better yet, let me handle it, I’d love to see the whore cry when I get my hands on her, and that’s an inevitability, babe.”

He snatches the keys from your hand, not even pretending to have any care. “But don’t worry darling, we can make up and discuss everything inside.” The key slips in perfectly and the door opens, his other hand moving to grab your wrist with an immovable grip, and pulls you inside your house with him. Once you’re inside he closes and locks the door, setting the keys down gently, something at totally contrast with the expression he glances at you with before looking around the living room. “Ahh... It feels so nice to finally be in here after watching you for so long. Now, I think a nice dinner is in order for us and our new relationship together.” He starts walking towards your kitchen, still with the grip. “Oh, and don’t think too much about my hand, it’s just to make sure you won’t run before we finalize everything! And besides, you get to be my taste tester while I’m in the kitchen, so really it’s not that bad.”

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