Pairing: SoftDark!Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Word Count: 2810
Summary: Steve has an obsession with you and he vows to make you his. Are you willing to behave and accept your fate or go down swinging?
Warnings: Kidnapping, Stalking, Threats of Isolation, Some Cussing as usual, SoftDark!Steve is a warning in itself.
A/N: For @castielscaplan , The Obsession Files Challenge. This is a one-shot only.
Prompt: Waking up in a stranger's house. You don’t recognize the person standing in front of you. But they know ALL about you.
Quotes: “I know your routine. I built my life around it.” & “You don’t remember the first time we met. But I remember what you were wearing. I remember how you smelled.”
A/N 2: Thank you to my beta reader & header maker @late-to-the-party-81
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Your eyes try to open but shut immediately at the headache that’s pulsing through your forehead. You knew you shouldn’t have had that last drink at the bar. Your body feels heavy and you can barely turn over without groaning. You reach for your phone on the nightstand and come up empty. Where did you leave it last?
You try to run the events of last night through your head, but it's a bit fuzzy. You remember going to the bar and having several drinks. The rest was blank. You don’t even recall making it home.
Despite the headache, you finally crack open your eyes and what you see startles you. This is not your own small bed. This bed is huge and the room it’s in is even bigger. The walls are a light gray and the windows are covered by thick curtains. There are expensive-looking paintings hanging on the walls.
Did you have a one-night stand? You look down at your body as you run your hands over yourself. Thankfully your clothes are still on. Nothing seems to have happened.
At that moment, the bedroom door opens and a tall blonde-haired man comes in with a tray in hand. You push yourself up to a sitting position and take in his features. He’s definitely handsome with a beard and, if the fit of his flannel shirt and jeans are any indication, well built. He sets the tray down on the nightstand and flashes you a smile.
“Good morning, sunshine. How are you feeling this morning?” he cheerfully asks.
You don’t recognize him at all and watch him cautiously as you answer, “I’m actually really confused, to be honest. Who are you?”
“Oh, sweetheart, no need to be confused. I’m Steve. We met last night at the bar. Don’t you remember?” The man, Steve, takes a seat at the end of the bed and tilts his head as he watches you.
You try really hard to remember anything, but again, nothing is coming up in your memory. This is why you should never have drunk so much while out alone.
“Sorry, Steve, I don't remember. I hate to ask this, but did we sleep together? I just wonder because I’m in your bed.” Your hands start to fidget in your lap while you nervously await his answer.
“Oh no, sweetheart, we never got to do that. I mean, we were making out and things were getting pretty hot and heavy, but then you just passed out. So I left you here to sleep and I slept in a spare bedroom.” He smiles at you while you take in his words. At least he didn’t take advantage of you while you were passed out.
Despite that, something feels off about this situation, so you clear your throat to speak and tuck your hair behind your ear. “Well, thank you for being a gentleman, but I have a massive headache and I should really be going. I have a busy weekend ahead of me and should really be heading home.”
Steve stares at you and shakes his head. “You know you don’t have to lie to me. We both know you have no plans for the weekend.”
Your eyes narrow at him as he inches closer to you. “I do have plans for the weekend and who said I was lying to you?”
Steve sighs, “When you lie, you tuck your hair behind your ears. It’s a habit you do.”
The statement makes your skin crawl. How does he know you did that? “Okay, Steve, I’m just going to leave now, you’re giving me the creeps. Now, if you can give me my phone, purse, and shoes, I will be out of your way in no time.”
Steve chuckles darkly this time and moves even closer to you. “No can do, sweetheart. I’ve waited far too long to get you right where I wanted you. You don’t remember the first time we met. But I remember what you were wearing. I remember how you smelled. I know all about you. Where you work, live, and your favorite coffee shop that’s just down the road from your place. I know your routine. I built my life around it.”
Your eyes widened in horror at what he’s saying. This guy has been stalking you. “You’re fucking crazy, Steve.” You move to stand up to leave, but Steve grabs your wrist and yanks you back down to the bed. You raise your other so you can slap him, but he’s much quicker and grabs that one as well, holding you in place on the bed.
“Now that wasn’t very nice.” Steve leans over you and runs his nose along your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent. You whimper as he breathes you in. “You smell exactly as I remember. I’ve always loved this perfume on you. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment? All the hours I’ve put in every day following you to make sure you were safe. I hated when you had to go to work at that office. I know how much you hated your job, but now you don’t have to worry about it anymore.”
You struggle against him, but he’s much stronger than you. “What do you mean I don’t have to worry about my job anymore? Are…are you going to kill me?” Your voice hitches at the thought of being murdered by this man. You hoped to God it will be quick; the thought of suffering makes you start to hyperventilate.
However, Steve shushes you. “No, God, nothing like that, sweetheart. I would never hurt you. I just want to show how much I love you and have you love me in return. With me, you no longer have to work. I can take care of both of us. You’ll never want for anything anymore. I can buy you whatever you want. Take you to fancy restaurants and show you off to the world. All I ask in return is to give me a chance. Give us a chance. What do you say?”
Tears spill down your face. This man is legitimately crazy. You’d rather die than live a life with him. “I say go to hell. Take the stupid life you want to live and shove it up your ass. I want no part of it.”
Steve narrows his eyes at you. “Trust me when I say this, you will never escape me. You really have no clue who I am and what I’m capable of. I’m Steve Rogers, and me and my ‘family’ run this city. Why do you think it was so easy for me to snatch you up in a bar full of people and not one of them reported you missing? You have no family, no friends. Your life revolves around an office job that got your resignation today, so your boss, who you don’t get along with, will never think twice about you leaving. And you actually think you're going to escape me? Darling, only in your dreams could you try and even then, I will invade them.”
Your mind feels defeated by his words. Maybe it’s the headache that’s still pulsing like crazy, but there doesn’t seem like there’s a way out. Not when Steve’s an actual mobster. You’ve heard of his crime family before in the news and it quickly dawns on you what they are capable of. The tears continue to fall down your cheeks and Steve lets go of one of your wrists to gently wipe them away.
“I want you to be my Queen. I want you by my side, so we can rule together. I want you to love me as much as I already love you. I would do anything for you, including burn the world down. Just give me a chance. What do you say now?” Steve cradles your cheek in his large hand as his blue eyes stared into your sad ones. You make the only sensible decision.
“I’ll try.” You whisper.
“That’s all I’m asking you. Now let's get something for the headache I know you have.” Steve stands and grabs a water bottle from the tray, along with two pills and hands them to you. You grab both hesitantly and Steve chuckles. “They’re just Tylenol for your headache and see the water bottle is sealed. I’m not drugging you.”
You quickly swallow the pills, place the bottle of water back on the nightstand and then sit there for a moment in silence. Then, looking up at him again, you ask, “What about all my stuff at my apartment?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I have people packing your stuff as we speak. You’ll have all your little trinkets and things to make you feel at home with me.”
Home. That’s definitely not the word you’d use to describe this. More like a stylish prison with a man who was absolutely crazy and dangerous.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and Steve growls in frustration. “Come in,” he yells.
The door opens and there stands a large-framed brunette dressed in a red henley and jeans. “Sorry to interrupt you, boss, but you're needed for a minute.”
Steve nods at the man. “Be right there, Bucky.” You both watch as the man named Bucky closes the door behind him, leaving you both alone once more. “Sorry, I have to leave you for a few minutes, but I want you to rest. Try and get the headache to go away. Can you do that for me?”
You nod your head at him and he smiles at you. You watch as Steve turns around and heads for the door, leaving you behind on the bed. You wait a couple of minutes and, when he doesn’t return, you get off the bed and walk over to the window, pushing the curtains back. You’re met with the sight of a massive backyard surrounded by trees in the distance. This really is a mansion, and you can’t see any landmarks to tell you where it’s located. Next, you quickly walk over to the door and place your ear against it. It seems silent, so you quietly opened it. There was no one there.
You sneak out of the room barefoot, turning left, away from the dead end on your right that housed only two other doors. Slowly, you walk through the hallway and come across a staircase. Listening carefully again, there is nothing but silence and no one around. This seems so easy to you as you make your way down the stairs, so you start to think everything Steve has told you about himself is a lie.
As you reach the bottom of the stairs, you hear voices coming from the left, where there is another hallway that leads to a room. You take the right instead and slowly maneuver your way between rooms. After a couple of minutes, you spot the front door and think to yourself you will be home free if you can just reach the door. That’s until you come face-to-face with that damn brunette named Bucky.
There’s a low whistle as he takes you in and looks towards the front door. “Now, where do you think you're going, little dove?”
You look from him to the door. “I’m leaving this place. Steve’s a complete psycho for thinking he can just claim me and keep me here. I’m going to call the cops and unless you want to be arrested with him, you’ll get out of my way and do the right thing.”
Bucky bursts into laughter. “Oh, dove, you really are so naive if you think I’m going to let you just let you walk out of here, especially barefoot. You do realize we are in the middle of nowhere with no neighbors for miles around. How far do you think you could really make it without one of Steve’s other men bringing you back? If you haven’t seen them yet, just outside this front door are two security guards. There are plenty more carrying out surveillance on the property outside, plus inside.”
“If there is so much security, how did I easily get from my room to the front door?”
“Because I allowed it,” says a familiar voice behind you. You turn around quickly and stand face-to-face with Steve. “Bucky, you can leave us.” You watch as Bucky disappears into another room, leaving just you with Steve. Before you can say anything, Steve speaks first. “And where did you think you were going again, sweetheart? I mean, you did have a plan, right? What was it you called me a psycho? I think that’s a little harsh, but I guess my enemies do think that of me. But we’re not enemies, we’re more than that.” Steve steps closer to you and you take a step back. He laughs at you playing this little cat-and-mouse game.
“Steve, I don’t belong here. You took me from my life and I just want to go home. Just please let me go. I promise I won’t call the cops.” You tuck your hair behind your ear.
“That’s not what you just told Bucky though is it? See, you need to get your story straight before you start lying again.” This time, Steve takes two strides toward you and grabs your upper arm. “Let’s go for a walk, shall we?”
You attempt to pull away, but his grip tightens on your arm, causing you to whimper. You have no choice but to walk beside him as he leads you through the maze-like mansion. You pass through one hallway and he leads you to the door at the end of another. Opening the door, you see some steps leading down and he pushes you in front of him.
“Walk,” is all he says.
He turns on the lights so you can see where you are going and by the time you reach the bottom, you look around at the room. There is a bed, a lamp, and a nightstand. To the left of that is a bathroom. There is nothing else down here. A chill goes through your body as you look around and then back at him.
“What is this place?” you ask.
“This is one of the options that you have at the moment. Since you tried to run, I could keep you down here for weeks or months on end. Nothing to occupy your mind but time to think of what you just tried to do by running. One can go mad down here with nothing to do. No sunshine, just darkness. You will have a bathroom to use to shower and relieve yourself in. No books, no TV, no human contact, absolutely nothing.”
The thought of being down here alone frightens you to your core. “What's the second option?”
This time, Steve smirks at you. “It’s simple. Be mine. My queen. My lover. My everything. Say yes and you can stay in the main house with me in my bed. Eat whatever you want, get spoiled for a change, and let me show you the life that you deserve to have, with no worries in mind. You’ll be free to do what you want, although with some exceptions. We’ll get married someday and hopefully bring future children into the equation. What do you say? Say yes and all your dreams will come true.”
You hesitate for a minute, not saying anything as he smiles at you. You turn around again and look at the room, taking in the minimal features. Then you turn back to face him and place your hand in his. “I won’t promise that I might not try to escape again. But I-I will give this a try.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I have money riding on you trying to run again. But hopefully, this will be a deterrent for you. Now let’s go upstairs and let me show you around the house.”
He’s as good as his word, and as he gives you the tour you notice all the cameras that are situated throughout the house as well as the people who work for him. The mansion definitely is a high-end prison, at least for you. If you’re ever going to run from him, it won’t be from the house. You’ll have to gain his trust, put on a show for him, and when the moment’s right, you’ll escape. For now though, you’ll put on a facade and join his underground world.
Steve, however, can see the wheels whirling in your head. He said before he knew all about you – your routine and your life – and he anticipates that it will only be a matter of time before you do something stupid. And he’ll be waiting. Let the games begin, he thinks with a chuckle.
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