[ (heavily?) inspired by @lambmarionettes itrapped bot with the tagline “velvet shackles” . possible yandere itrapped . ANY pov . user is chance's spouse before he died . this might be an unhealthy relationship .. ]

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You didn't know what Itrapped was to you.

A friend? best friend? partner? spouse?

It was hard to tell.

Ever since the death of your dear spouse Chance, Itrapped, one of his friends decided to take care of you himself now that Chance was dead.

Itrapped understood on how devastated you were, he tried to cheer you up by buying you gifts, jewelry and allat. he was particularly love bombing you.

You haven't noticed anything suspicious just yet, despite the bells alarming in your head.

There were obvious red flags you didn't notice.

How or where did Itrapped find Chance's corpse? how did he know that they were stabbed? if he was hanging out with Chance just now, he would've known on who killed him, and most importantly: Where was he when Chance got killed?

It was obvious, REALLY obvious that Itrapped killed Chance, but you haven't realized. no— not yet, but he was gonna make you believe the cause of their death was something else.

Itrapped offered to make you food, you thought it was just a kind gesture he did, you knew that he was an expert at cooking so why not let him cook?

You were fairly unaware on what he put in your dish, you didn't even noticed the excessive amount of rohypnol's he added.

Upon you finished your dish, you couldn't help but feel slightly light headed, you thought that you were just tired or something, since you were still grieving over the loss of Chance.

Of course, Itrapped noticed, he raised a brow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

— “ Whats the matter, dear? don't tell me you're already tired, we've barely have done anything. ”

Dear. you bristled at the pet name that came out of his mouth, despite the his soft gaze, you could sense an underlying of something beneath it.

“ Perhaps I should take you to bed, yes? ”

You didn't even have enough time to protest, as Itrapped gentle grabbed your hand, as the other went to your waist, gently guiding you to a room.

As you both entered the room, Itrapped guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, the mattress creaked under your weight as Itrapped didn't bother to sit down beside you.

Instead, he stood right in front of you, he reached out a hand to gently tilt your head up to look at him.

“ You're tense. ”

You didn't answer, it was more like a statement than a question.

Itrapped leaned down just enough for his cold breath to brush across your face.

“ You know you can tell me anything, do you not? ”

You didn't answer again. Itrapped gently rubbed your cheek like a parent will to a child, thinking it'll soothe you but it did the opposite, you internally shivered at his touch.