Deep Desire (Yandere! Gang Leader x Reader)

~two~

Mood: Unnerving, Suspicious

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"What if something bad happens, (Y/n)?" Matt asked, fiddling with his hands as he sat in the passenger's seat. You only rolled your eyes at him as you continued to focus on the road in front of you.

"Now, you can't speak like that. You know that these types of situations come with the job. That's the exciting part." You explained, getting comfortable in your seat.

Honestly, you were more than ecstatic. This was your chance to prove that your training was worth every moment spent overnight in the gym working out until your couldn't feel your legs, and your back hurt so badly that you could barely stand.

You were a very built girl, and you were proud of it. Because of your muscles, you may have been considered 'thicker', but you loved what you had become. Though, you had always been this way.

Matt nervously tapped his finger on his leg. He knew that this came with the job, but it was still terrifying nonetheless.

Though, it was more worrying to know that you weren't scared.

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The two of you arrived at your destination in a small amount of time, considering that it was simply about fifteen minutes from the police station.

You drove up into the house's driveway before you, noticing how clean and nice it was on the exterior. But, you reminded yourself to not be easily fooled.

You shut off the car and got out, Matt following your action shortly after. The two of you slammed your car doors shut, and you walked up the steps to the home in question.

You knocked on the door loudly, wanting to make sure that they heard you. Matt sent you a glare, but you managed to ignore it as you heard footsteps walking towards the front door.

A young woman opened it up, putting her body in between you and the inside of her home by leaning against the door's frame as she held it relatively shut. Her black hair looked shiny, but tangled. Her brown eyes did nothing but signal that there was trouble, but you kept that thought to yourself. She was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a sweater.

"Can I help you?" She asked, looking nervous.

"Yes. I am Lieutenant (L/n) and this is my colleague, Lieutenant Dixon. We're here from the Philadelphia Police Department regarding a domestic violence call." You explained, Matt nodding at the girl to confirm your reasoning.

You could visibly see her tense up, but she quickly sent you a smile as she tried to cover up her impending nervous breakdown.

"Domestic violence call? I never called the police." She explained, her eyes darting back and forth as she spoke.

Seeing her figure so erratic, you softened your gaze. You wanted to make her as comfortable as possible, considering the situation that she may be in.

"Hmm. I see. Well, you wouldn't mind us coming in for a moment, would you?" You asked, cocking your head to the side as you waited for an answer.

The girl began to shake, her raven hair glistening in the morning sunlight as it moved along with her. But no matter how many movements the girl made, she wasn't able to speak a word.

Then - confirming your suspicions - a man with chestnut brown hair and tattoos trailing down his arms opened up the door more, showing off his well-built body as well. You raised your eyebrow at him, pretending to act confused.

"Officers." He greeted. You held your hand on your hip, making sure that it was close to your gun.

"Lieutenants, actually. We're here for a domestic violence call." You repeated, Matt becoming impatient and anxious.