Not love - The Salesman x Wife!Reader
Summary: you know he is bad for you, but you want him anyway.
Warnings: Abusive relationship - Toxic relationship - Married cause of obsession - The Salesman being him -
The Salesman is not a good man.
You, his wife, know this. You knew it long before he proposed at your favorite spot within the city, with flowers and a dreamy look that could not fully hide the darkness beneat them.
He could not love, he never had a chance to learn and then his life became a sick game where he was the messenger of it. And he did his work gladly.
Even more when he found you. And then got you to be under the same roof as him. Being his, making him dinner, washing his shirts, leaving them with his favorite perfume and a touch of your own smell.
He liked that you were not dumb. Not dumb enough to question his odd hours or free time, to not ask him why sometimes he was more agressive towards others or why some did look at him with scared eyes. You faked to believe that he was, just a salary man. With odd hours and a routine so precise that it felt almost pathological...
Why again ?
Because of love ?
"I cant love" He said once, while you two were on a date. He was looking up at the sky, as if the stars would give him some answer to a question he never asked. "Not you, not anyone"
It should have been a sign to leave him, to stay away. Why would you want to be with someone who says so openly that he wont love you?
Savior complex. Thats what you had found while looking around sites and being drunk.
But could you save him?
The answer was no. of course not. He did not want to be saved. He wanted this, the kisses, the hand holding, you asking about his day and he telling some lie or giving a half answer while he asked what you had for dinner.
Who was more obsessive ? Him or you ? The answer to it scared you. You did not want to be obsessed, you wanted to believe it was all love. Love makes you do crazy things right?
Love and obsession go hand in hand sometimes
While The Salesman could not love, he could be obsessive. Over his work, over his look, over you.
Oh, especially over you. He was sick, sick with you. With how you moved, talked, how you looked at him with these eyes and never, not once did he see a single hesitation when it came down to how much you loved him, or how obsessed you were with him.
You could deny it all you wanted. But he knew, deep down some twisted feeling formed within you. You were his and he was yours. Maybe not like a fairytale, these are boring anyways. But in this reality, with less magic and more blood (not that you needed to know that), less and they lived happy ever after, and more dinners with comfortable silence between both of you, with his hand holding yours over the table. With his eyes looking at you with hunger and more primal feelings.
Never that word.
But it was not a necessity for you, you did not expect him for one day to wake up and say "I love you". That was a dream, and you did not need a dream. Not when you had him by your side, giving you half truths but his full support whenever you wanted to try something new.







