Phan oneshots

My pretty boy

Word count:1755
Tw warnings include: fear play, bondage, dub consent/unconsentual touching, swearing, obsession and talk of stalking, and  knife play. Definitely dead dove do not eat

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Phil blinked, trying to steady his blurry vision as he faded into consciousness. The dim room gradually coming into focus.

"So, you're finally awake?" A familiar voice cut through the deafening silence. Dan’s laugh echoed off the walls, filling the space. "About time."

The tall man stepped into the dull light, revealing himself. "Don’t get me wrong—you look cute when you’re asleep." Dan said.

Phil looked up at him. "What the hell are you doing? Where am I?" he demanded, his voice shaky but assertive.

"No need to get so loud, Phil. No one can hear you anyway," Dan said, almost dismissively.

Phil struggled against his bonds, adrenaline surging through him. The rope burned his wrists and stung his ankles, but he had to try. He gritted his teeth, the pain only sharpening his desire for freedom.

Dan’s laugh boomed again. "Oh, how cute," he mocked Phil's pathetic excuse of an escape attempt. Dan's eyes fixed on him like he was hunting prey. "You haven’t figured it out yet? You’re not getting away from me that easily." His smile  was sickeningly sweet a stark contrast to the words coming from his mouth.

"You’re not going to get away with this! People will come looking for me," Phil insisted.

Dan paused, resting his hand on his chin like an actor in a play. "Well, too bad they won’t find you then, huh?" He stepped forward. Phil’s heart skipped as he noticed the knife in Dan’s hand.

He struggled harder against the rope. "Why are you doing this?" Phil choked out.

"I have loved you since we were eighteen," Dan replied, moving closer, sliding the tip of the knife beneath Phil’s chin. "I couldn’t let anyone else have you. Now could I?"

Phil’s eyes widened, eyebrows knitting in confusion. "What are you talking about?" He did not like this new side of Dan, not one bit.

"I had to keep you safe— from everyone trying to take you from me. But now, you’re all mine." Dan’s gaze lingered on Phil’s lips, his intent unmistakable.

"The day we met, I knew you were the one. I had to be with you, no matter the cost. From the moment I laid eyes on your perfect figure, I was completely and utterly obsessed."

Phil tried to speak, but Dan pressed the knife halfway down his throat. "Try to scream, and I’ll have no choice but to slit this pretty little neck of yours. Am I clear?" His tone shifted, dark and deadly.

Phil swallowed. "Mhm," he managed.

He would have been shaking if his bonds weren’t so tight. Dan lowered the knife and circled behind the chair, his steps slow and deliberate. Phil gasped as Dan yanked his head back by the hair.

"You know, the more scared you are, the more turned on I get," Dan whispered. Dans breath hot against Phil’s ear, making him shiver.

"I could do anything I want with you. Every thought and fantasy I’ve had will finally become reality." Phil’s eyes squeezed shut as the cold blade pressed into his skin again. Dan’s words sounded unhinged, manic, like he was teetering on the edge of a psychotic break.

"Dan, you’re really freaking me out. If this is a prank, just end it.  Come on, you’ve had your fun," Phil pleaded, his voice trembling.

Dan’s chuckle burned in his ears. He dropped his grip from Phil’s hair, his free hand sliding down Phil’s upper body. "Oh, Phil," he murmured. "Love is nothing to joke about. I’m a hundred percent serious."