Killer chat special ! (Ronin x reader)
Uptown isn't exactly a dream city to live in. In fact, it's quite the opposite. There are many reasons for this, but one of them, aside from the crime, is the neighborhood known as Purgatory.
This infamous area is sadly notorious for its many victims, but above all, and most importantly, for the main reason: The Butcher. That name strikes fear into the hearts of many Uptown residents. The murders are always bloody and often end up in the newspapers, though censored due to the violence of the crimes.
No one can truly say when it all started, nor when the scale of these crimes spread throughout the city, creating a heavy atmosphere. However, everyone remembers a crime that left a lasting impression. Whether it was the man found brutally murdered with a crowbar, the Butcher's signature weapon...
He was so disfigured that DNA tests were needed to identify him. Or that woman found without a heart—well, an aorta, since it was a few meters away, hanging on the wall. Anyway, it's a neighborhood you don't frequent for pretty obvious reasons. You've always avoided it.
You didn't have time for that; you worked at a garage with your colleague Ronin Beaufort, who was a phenomenon. He was incredibly skilled and could fix practically any car he was given. You always found him impressive, the best?
He was magnificent. Ronin was an extremely handsome man; no one could deny it. You've thought about asking him out, but unfortunately for you, you never had the courage. You spent your time admiring him from afar, waking up hoping to have as much interaction with him as possible, for your own happiness.
Sometimes you even touched yourself thinking about him. That's what happened that fateful day.
"Have you finished fixing the engine cradle?"
Ronin rarely asked you these things, not because he didn't think you were capable of fixing things. No, quite the contrary, it's just that sometimes the devil can be shy.
"Yes, I'm done. I put it on the crate next to the Bugatti."
"Great, we can count on you! You've improved a lot since you started working here, I must say."
"I suppose so, you're practically a legend around here. We almost know you better than the butcher."
His face immediately hardened, and you thought it was a mistake. Perhaps a member of his family, or worse, a friend, or even worse, his girlfriend, had suffered the consequences of an encounter with the infamous man? You immediately felt sick, and the blood started to rise in your cheeks with shame.
-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable
“No, don’t worry, you didn’t make me uncomfortable.”
But you could tell he was lying. Ronin apologized, saying he had work to do, but you understood that wasn’t the case. You had the chance to talk to him, to take things further, and you ruined everything. You spent the rest of the day replaying it in your head. The scene played over and over again.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realize your workday was over. You grabbed your things, calling out a short “Goodbye!” But just as you were about to turn into the street, a voice rang out.You thought you recognized her before turning around, then you froze.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" "I don't want to make you go out of your way, don't worry."
"No problem. So, where do you live?"
"Not far from Purgatory, but I often avoid that street."
"I understand, it's not far from here."
"No, you can see my apartment door, look."
"Yes, well, I'll leave you here."
"Yes, thank you for walking me home, Ronin."
"You're welcome. I was wondering if you'd like to go for a drink or something sometime after work."
You waved awkwardly goodbye, which he waved back.You opened the door to your building, then Ronin. This repeated itself several times before you ran to him and kissed him on the cheek. That was several months ago; since then, your relationship with Ronin has evolved considerably.
Now you're dating; gone are the days when you only admired him from afar. The feeling was mutual, and you were happy. But you knew Ronin was hiding something from you, or at least you suspected it. Sometimes he came home late, or he'd just show up at your place in the middle of the night, smelling of iron, his pupils dilated.
His breathing was ragged; you suspected he was on drugs at one point. But after a very long conversation, you realized that wasn't the case. That's why, when he came home that night, covered in blood, you didn't question him. He came home, covered in blood, breathless, with a crowbar in his hand; you knew it was him, the butcher.Go inside. You stepped aside, letting him pass, and quickly closed the door, making sure it was locked.
"I don't want to listen to you, Ronin."
Everything matched perfectly: the way he spoke, his absences, his behavior. And yet, you turned a blind eye to the signs.
"When were you planning to tell me?"
"Were you planning to tell me someday?"
"My God, Ronin, you know nothing!"
"I... No! It's not that, you're just asking me questions I don't have the answers to!"
"How many? Do you know the answer? Or am I asking you questions you don't know the answer to?"
"I thought you'd react better, damn it, you're dating the devil himself."
"Do you hear yourself? That's so ludicrous. The 'devil'? You really need help."
That was the last time you saw Ronin; your relationship was over. You thought about reporting him to the police, but you never dared. Maybe out of fear, or out of love? Whatever the reason, today you decided to go to Purgatory. You hoped to run into him, but in a way, you hoped to find the neighborhood empty.
Because you didn't know if this encounter would go well. Arriving at Purgatory, you entered the street; it was dark and covered in graffiti and marks on the walls. Probably dried blood.Reaching the end, in a rather dark turn, you discovered Ronin, crowbar in hand, on a body. You barely had time to recoil from the horror of the scene before he turned toward you.
Too fast, too abruptly. The last thing you saw was Ronin panicking and attacking you. Seized by panic, your body froze. Your body collapsed to the ground before a pool of blood flowed from it. With you, Ronin's love was gone, but so were regrets. And guilt took root. You left on Valentine's Day, such a cruel fate that binds him even more tightly to Angelwood.
