It's A Prosthetic (Sal Fisher X Male!Reader)

Like a Hostage

3rd Person POV:

His heart ached. Sal hasn't seen you in weeks..he even missed your birthday.

I wanna be alone...alone with you does that make sense? I wanna steal your soul..and hide you in my treasure chest..

He missed the hell out of you...he wouldn't even hang out with Larry. He would bump into him, a handshake or a hug was exchanged but...it felt wrong.

Gold on your fingertips...fingertips against my cheek

Gold leaf across your lips, kiss me until I can't speak

He couldn't take it anymore. Sal needed you..this feeling was crushing his soul. He eventually had to wash your hoodie you left at his place, it didn't smell like you anymore..

Gold chain beneath your shirt....the shirt that you let me wear home..

Just them he heard his phone go off

Baby💕: I miss u..

Golds fake and real love hurts.

Sal heard a knock at his door, he quickly got up and opened it to see you. After weeks of barely talking and never seeing eachother, you were right in front of him

But nothing hurts when I'm alone..when you're with and we're alone..

You couldn't help but feel bad for leaving Sal like that. Sal couldn't care less as he wrapped his arms around you.

It's not like me to be so mean.. you're all I wanted..

Sal played with your hair as you rested your head in his chest..your grip on him was tight. His voice was quiet, yet full of love

"Just let me hold you..."

Hold you...

"Like a hostage."

(See you next week loves 🖤)