“I'll keep you safe...” His dead blue eyes are almost glowing as he stares you down. There is something in them something ravenous and desperate… and satisfied. He looks like a starved hunter watching a bunny waltz into his
trap. “ But, you have to be mine.”

“What!?” You squeak. “ N-No way! You cr—”

He grabs your jaw in his cold, stone-like hand and forces your face to his. “I could tear you apart right here, (Y/N). But, I really don’t want to destroy my new precious little toy, so please... don’t make me. I just want to play with
you.”

You gulp. "W-Why?"

His face is so close to yours you can feel his breath on your cheek. Wait. When did he start breathing? How is he breathing at all? He's dead!?

This all makes no sense. There is no way this is even remotely close to real.

“My heart beats for you.” His words make you tremble in fear. Is this guy serious? He is one of them! He isn't even alive!

Yet... He hasn't attacked. But still, his words chip away what little hope you have of escaping here 'alone'.

“Let me protect you. I may be dead, but I'm all you have left.” He sounds dead serious.

All you have left? Surely there are other survivors. He must just be telling you that to scare you. However... Perhaps,
not.

“Fine. On one condition,” you say, voice shaking. You try to avoid meeting his piercing stare. He grins— the teeth peeking out of the hole in his cheek seem to glow in the dim light. OH, how it makes you sick to your stomach. You have to cover your mouth to stop from vomiting all over him.

"Of course. What is it?" He asks, leaning closer. His eyes look hungry —hungry for your soul —so, so evil they are.

Tremors rack your body as he licks his lips.

“W-Where a-a m-mask or something! Please! I don’t want to see your teeth poking out of your face!” You beg, tears burning in your eyes. “Please!”

You think you hear his breath halt for a moment. “Oh?”

You make the mistake of meeting his eyes and what you see freezes you cold. You see what looks dangerously close to… desire. But, for what?

“I like the way you beg,” he whispers hungrily. He leans closer. “Do it again.”

“Stay away from me!”

“Beg.”

“Please!” You squeeze your eyes shut and turn away from him. You’re shaking.

“You look so yummy, right now. So pure… So soft...” You feel his warm tongue run along your cheek. “ So sweet.” He whispers in your ear, his breath tickling the peach fuzz on your ear, causing a cold chill to trial up your spin to the back of your neck, then to your skull.

A sudden almost moaning gasp tears through you and you bite your tongue. Hard.

What does he think he's doing?!

You want to push him off, but your body doesn't obey. As if maybe you don't want to. “—I could eat you up. Right here.~” As he speaks, your cheeks burn a crimson red, even over the boarder of your nose.

Why…?

Why is he doing this to you?

Why does he want you?

Why you?

((A/N: Edited by TheAesthetic_Edits))