Me and the Devil (Fyodor x reader)

𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜

"Well it's quite strange you know"
"What's strange?" I asked taking another sip
"Y/n truly hated this drink"
I almost choked when he said that and let down the glass
"So you know? How can you tell the difference?"

He let out a big breath and looked away
"I knew y/n. I knew her well. We had a thing"
My eyes widen
"You were dating? She never mentioned anything about that or about you" he smirked slightly

Chuuya's pov

"Yes but it was complicated. In the end her experiments and research were her top priority. Everything else and anyone else were of little importance to her"
I explained and she fell into a deep thinking. She took another sip as something seemed to trouble her. I observed her every movement and the longer I looked at her the more obvious it was that she is not her.

At first, when I saw her going to that garage I thought it was the original
y/n. When it comes to appearance they're like twins.

Finally, she locked eyes with me and seemed like she was determined to ask something important.
"Why do you only use past tenses when you're referring to her?"
"Because" I begin and for some reason I felt guilty for what I was about to say

"I killed her" I said seriously. Her eyes widen in confusion and suprise and she shifted a bit in her sit
"What do you mean? She... She can't be dead.... She is not dead"
"There's no way she survived"
"How...why?" She asked putting her head in her hands while taking deep breaths
"Let me explain" I said calmly and she nodded
"Please do explain" she said faintly
I took down the rest of the liquid in my glass and started narrating everything as it happened.

The flashback he narrated
It was 4 years ago. I had just finished with a mission, a tough one and I desperately needed alcohol in my veins. I went to the bar that I always go and works mostly for us. The members of the port mafia.

I'm not sure how long it had been. Probably an hour or two. I was in the 7th glass and I was starting to get dizzy. Then she walked in. From the moment she stepped foot inside the bar I knew something was off.
I mean it was not often that a person out of the mafia would visit this bar. She came and sat at the bar ordering a double whisky. She would glance at me here and there and I thought that she simply found me attractive.

I won't lie, she was beautiful and she got my attention even though she smelled red flag from miles away. It seems I have a thing for the wrong people. Anyway, I'm blaming the alcohol in my veins for what happened next.

She was drinking and seemed troubled so I went over and talked to her. We talked for a long time while we both emptied more glasses of alcohol and the time passed way too fast.

The longer I talked to her the more my instincts screamed that she was trouble. But I didn't move an inch away from her. The alcohol I guess. Or it could be her soft voice and sweet little words that made me unable to leave, and that put me right under her spell. She was the definition of a siren. So beautiful yet so lethal.

Even if you asked me I couldn't possibly remember exactly what we said that night. Now I know that, that conversation was just a trap. It was like 4 in the morning at some point and we were both very drunk. One thing brought the other and the only thing I can say is that we woke up the next morning in my bed, naked.
Or to be accurate, I woke up in my bed naked. She was gone before I woke up.
She didn't leave a note, a phone number, anything.

I'm not the type to catch feelings easily or get into relationships, however the way she disappeared annoyed me. I thought that it was over. That it was a one night thing so I didn't thought too much about it. I wish it was...