Blind date (yandere x reader) (UNDER EDITING)

His house

The male sighed and parked the car in his garage. Both of you got out of the vehicle, Vasilios clicked on a remote connected to his car keys.

"H-hey, don't we need to turn the lights on first before closing the door...?" Your eyes dart around for the lightswitch as the metallic garage door slowly sinks, depleting the room's natural light source.

"I can see in the dark." His back was against you, so you couldn't see his face.

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You grumble as you fix your messy hair. He 'teased' you again! Just like what he did earlier at your workplace. "I'm so glad he did not poke my eye. How can he see in the dark?"

Vasilios entered his house in a better mood. You gape at the cleanliness and size of it. Also, the interior designs resemble something out of a magazine.

From the late '90s.

Most of his furniture is earthy toned and his sofas were made out of leather. You notice there is no television in his living room. Shelves and shelves of books covered the walls, on top of them rested vases of different shape and sizes. "Why are there SO many vases?" You thought to yourself after almost tripping on a huge, marbled one.

"Welcome to my humble abode, (y/n)." He smiled at you and ran his fingers under your chin. You shuddered at the sudden contact.

He stood to the side, Vasilios kissed your temple as you walked past him.

You nodded your head and placed your hands on your hips as you check out the area. "Huh, neat place— OW! What the—!" Something sharp started jabbing your head, feathers were flapping around you. Squawking filled the whole living room, It didn't take you a while to register that a bird of some sort was ferociously attacking you.

You used your arms to shield yourself from it's pecking. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" You crouched down, minimizing yourself.

"No. Stop." Two words, two words were enough to make the animal stop assaulting you. It also stopped screeching and flapping its wings.

You slowly let your arms down, revealing Vasilios sternly glaring at a large Cockatiel. The bird is currently on the wooden floor with its head drooping down as if it is trying to avoid Vasilios's menacing stare.

You stood up and dusted yourself, you rubbed on your reddish arms. "N-nice bird you got there." You straightened your back, it released a satisfying crack.

He tapped on his left shoulder, the exotic bird opened its wings. It then flew and landed on him.

"My apologies. It seems like it has forgotten its manners. I may need to re-train it." His voice dropped an octave lower and you saw his jaw clench, you felt pity for the bird.

"Cage, Now." The bird released a panicked squeak before bolting into a birdcage near a flight of stairs. It stayed stationary as Vasilios calmly locked it in. "Come, let me show you upstairs."

You passed by its cage, the poor cockatiel was quivering. You gave it a sympathetic look. "Believe me, buddy, I know how it feels."

"Hey, what's your feathery buddy's name?" You asked him.

"Hermes. Named after the Greek god who serves as a messenger, a herald to other gods." You nodded.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't get it to talk. It can only fetch small items, such as keys and lightweights."

"Nice... hey, can I use the bathroom here?" You asked.

"Down the hallway, the last door to your left." You gave him a thumbs up.

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"Wow." You gape at his bathroom.

Pastel pink tiles cover the entire room. The toilet and sink were ivory white, a shower chamber fits snuggly in the corner.

A brown cabinet sits below the sink, it contained toilet rolls, a can of air freshener, a pair of gloves, a bottle of floor cleaner, a plastic bucket, a car sponge and a kitchen sponge.

You closed it and brought your attention to the toilet bowl. "The seat is down..."

At the side of it, there is a knob. Curiosity got the best of you.

"Shit!" You were surprised that a jet of pressurized water sprayed and soaked your jeans. You quickly twisted the knob to turn it off.

"Damn it!" Now it looked like you urinated in your jeans. Then there was a knock on the door.

"(Y/n)? Is everything alright?" Vasilios asked from the outside.

"Your damn toilet pissed on me!" You looked at the damp patch.

A pause occurred.

"Pardon?" He asked.

"It like... shot water at me!" You started drying the area with toilet paper.

"...you must be talking about the bidet."

"Pee-tay? Whatever it is, you uh, probably want to get that fixed."

"No (y/n). A bidet. Its a plumbing feature used to wash the..." he cleared his throat. "...lower regions thoroughly."

There were so many crude comments that you wish to make, but you decided not to so that it wouldn't ruin his mood.

"...right. Thanks, I got it."