.⋆♱ some call it stalkin, I say walking just extremely close behind…
part 2 ><!
Lygus x gn! reader
𑣲 notes; sorry I took long to post the part 2 I had it in my notes app just collecting dust cause I forgot ab it 🥹✌️ I was locking in love and deep space n wuwa (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it!
The night air seemed to tighten around you. The sound of the marketplace from earlier had just vanished, just like that- even the insects had gone quiet. All that existed now was the shadow of Lygus.
You tried to pull your wrist back, but his grip only grew firmer. It wasn’t cruel, not yet atleast.. but it was unyielding. His masked face tilted toward you, the faintest tremor of something like amusement in his voice.
“You’re trembling.”
His tone was soft, as if it were a compliment.
“I always knew you would look this beautiful when you’re frightened.”
Your heart hammered against your ribs. “Lygus—let me go.”
He leaned in closer, so close his mask almost brushed your forehead. His voice dropped to a whisper, his words a slow, intimate poison.
“Let you go? And then what? Watch you slip back to her side again? Watch you laugh at her jokes? Watch her touch you?” His gloved thumb dragged slowly over your pulse, feeling it race. “No. I can’t.”
He took a step forward, and you instinctively took one back. Again. Again. Until your back pressed into the cool stone of an alley wall. The shadows wrapped around you like a cage.
“Do you know what it’s like,” he murmured, “to see you every day, yet never touch you? To know you belong to me, yet have to watch you pretend you don’t?” His voice cracked slightly—not with pain, but with an obsessive ache. “I’ve followed you through streets, through crowds, through every little corner of this city. I know the tilt of your head when you’re curious. I know the way your smile falters when you’re tired. I even know,” his gloved fingers trailed up, brushing your jaw, “the way you look when you’re lying to yourself.”
You tried to keep your voice steady. “You don’t know me.”
He chuckled low, his masked head tilting. “Oh, little one. I know you better than anyone ever will. I know the scent of your hair after you’ve been out all day. I know the sound you make when you’re surprised. I know you…” his voice dipped even lower, “and I love you. And I won’t let anyone take you from me. Not her. Not anyone.”
He leaned closer still, his mask casting a shadow over your face. His words became a hypnotic murmur, as if he were confessing prayers to a god that only he believed in.
“I will ruin the world before I lose you,” he whispered. “I will burn down every street you’ve walked, erase every friend’s name from your lips, and leave you only with me. Only with my hands. My voice. My devotion.”
Your breath hitched. “That’s not love—”
He laughed softly, bitterly, pressing his forehead to yours. “No? Then tell me why your heart is racing now. Tell me why you’re still here, still looking at me. Tell me you don’t feel it too.”
His grip loosened, almost tender now, sliding from your wrist to the side of your face. Gloved fingers tilted your chin upward. “I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, even as his tone hinted at a thousand unspoken threats. “I only want you to stop running from what’s already yours.”
Before you could speak, his thumb brushed your lower lip. His masked face dipped closer, the space between you evaporating until you could feel his breath against your mouth.
“So sweet,” he whispered, the word a plea.
And then he kissed you.
It wasn’t gentle. It was slow and consuming, a kiss that trembled at the edge of obsession. His gloved hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you there. not hard, but firm enough to tell you he wasn’t letting go. His breath hitched against yours, the sound like a low, choked moan as if the reality of finally touching you was too much even for him.
When he finally pulled back, just barely, his voice was a ragged whisper against your lips.
“I will never let you go. Not now. Not ever.”