YURI ON ICE X KILLING STALKING
He's so beautiful.
The way he skates across the ice, his sparkling blue eyes and smooth grey hair. I want to talk to him more than anything.
I saw Viktor leave his house not long ago. He should be out for awhile. I put my hand on the doorknob, slowly twisting it to enter his penthouse. I gasp as I'm met with a striped blue and grey shirt covering Viktor's perfect chest.
He smiles. "Yuuri, isn't it? How nice of you to visit.
"Yeah," I laugh nervously. "Hello, Viktor."
"Why don't you come inside for tea?"
Viktor moves away from the door and I shyly step in. His home is beautiful and modernly decorated. I sit upon one of his lush couches as he starts to brew our tea.
"What brings you here?" He asks, turning away from the tea kettle to face me.
I shrug. "I-I don't want to seem creepy or anything, b-but you're my childhood idol. You're the reason I skate. I just wanted to talk to you."
"Isn't that sweet.." Viktor makes his way over to me and rubs my shoulders from behind. I melt into his touch.
The sweet, sensual feeling of his hands is taken away too soon. I open my eyes to see that he had gone back to the kettle to pour our tea. He sits beside me and hands me a teacup. I take a sip.
Viktor looks at me and places his teacup on the glass coffee table. A sinister smirk plays on his expression.
"I don't like people that lie."
And then my vision goes completely black.
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A Collection of Short Fanfics
Short Story*Trigger Warning is marked with an asterisk(*) •mature content is marked with a dot(•) This is a multifandom book of short fanfictions I've written while bored or something.
