Lesser Than Less ( Anonymous X Reader )

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  Warmth. Why is it warm? I felt myself becoming conscious as I kept my eyes closed. I inhaled slowly. It smelled of sleep and mint. Mint? The surface under my heavy body was soft. It felt so comfortable. My eyes slowly fluttered opened and to my surprise, I was somewhere I was unaware of.

The room I was in was small. There was the bed, the bed was against the corner of the room. It was a nice sized bed. A queen sized bed, I had enough room to roll around in it. Next to the bed there was a side table with a lamp that rested on the top of it. It was lit. My eyes drifted to the dresser that sat against the wall on the opposite side of the room. It was big enough for one person. It reminded me of the one at my apartment. A door was on the opposite side of the room, right across from the bedside table.

I took note of the colors in the room, the covers and blankets were black. The pillowcase was black. The bed frame was mahogany. I assumed it was, that is. The bedside table, the dresser, and the assumed closet door matched the bed frame. The walls were a dark grey. The only light color in the room was the lampshade. It was an off white mixed with a cream color. It gave the room a comforting type of feeling.

Escaping the warmth from under the blankets I've come to find myself in my underwear and a dry black T-shirt. The chilled air brushed against my bare legs as a shiver ran through my body. From my toes to the top of my head. I took a moment to look at the floor around me. Where are my clothing? Where's my book bag?

I looked around the room for a moment. My eyes drifted to the closet door as I placed my hand on the knob and opened it, inside was filled with black clothing. Shirts of all kind, from turtlenecks to tank tops. I brushed through to find a bunch of black cloaks. I traced my fingers over the soft fabric. It looked so warm on the hanger. I pushed the shirts and the other cloaks to the left as there was plenty of space for the cloak I had in my eye sight.

I gently unclipped it as it started to slide off of the hanger, I grabbed it before it crumbled to the ground. I opened it and spun it around my body, it created a slight air draft as I grew chills again. It rested on my shoulders as I clipped it. It was a bit long on me, the bottom of it just barely brushed against the floor. I closed the closet door as I stepped out of the bedroom.

The scent of cinnamon filled my nose as I entered the wide spaced area. "Hello? Is someone here?" My voice was quiet but loud enough to be heard. It was silent in the area so the sound of my voice echoed easily. I started to explore the area.

There were different sets of walls that broke up the large area. The walls were the same color as the bedroom. My eyes drifted to what seemed to have been the living room. A television rested against the wall with roses set all along the sides of the screen. A sofa sat in front of it, it looked comfortable. It was black, just like the bedsheets. There were small side tables on either side of the sofa. Mahogany. What is up with the color combination in this place?

I went to step forward to examine the living room some more, just as I took a step forward I felt something on my shoulder. I moved forward and spun as I felt the air in my chest disappear. Confusion and curiosity filled my body as I felt myself starting to breathe again. Suddenly, it was too hot to wear the cloak.

"Oh, I'm sorry to have startled you, darling." I couldn't pry my eyes off of what was in front of me. It was a male. His figure was enough to show it. He was tall. How tall was he? He had to have been about 5'11 He towered over me. He wore all black, from head to toe.

He had leather boots that went just below his knees. His pants were tight around his legs. However, they weren't tight enough to see anything inappropriate. His shirt was a turtleneck, tight fitting and had long sleeves on it. He had a leather belt that rested just above his hips. He had eight small blades on it. Four on the right and four on the left. His shirt was loose from the bottom of the belt. His hands were covered by leather. Why was he wearing gloves?

My eyes then drifted to what would've been his face, but I was mistaken. It was a white mask. It looked mediocre. There was plastic facial hair on it. A friendly mutton chop with eyebrows. All black. The mouth was in a shape of a smile. The cheeks of the mask were rosey pink. The mask's eyes were black. It was slightly terrifying but there was something about it that drew me in.

He held his hand out as I slipped a hand out from under the cloak and placed it in his hand. He gently wrapped his hand around it and lifted it to his mask's lips. He then lowered it as I looked to him. "I'm assuming you slept well, my dear?" Why does he keep calling me dear? "Oh yes, it was the best of slumber I've gotten in weeks." He gave a gentle nod as he kept my hand.

"I've baked cinnamon rolls, I hope you're okay with that. I also have tea sitting on the table for you." I gave him a gentle nod as he started to lead me to the kitchen area. I took a moment to take it all in. The table and chairs were mahogany. The counters were grey marbled with mahogany cabinet doors above and below it. There was about a two feet space between the countertop and the bottom of the cabinets. A microwave was in the corner of the counter and a sink was in the middle of it. An oven and stove to the right corner of the wall and countertop.

Before I knew what happened I was sitting at the table with a large cinnamon bun placed in front of me with a cup of tea on the side. The man in the mask was leaned up against the counter as I started to pick pieces off of my cinnamon bun and ate it. The first piece I ripped off of it I examined before eating it. "You know, I would never do anything to harm you. They aren't poisoned." How long was I looking at the piece?

I put it in my mouth and I chewed. I found myself surprised again as I chewed it. The icing was sweet as it gave the pastry a bit of a soft texture all while the pastry itself was warm. It tasted of cinnamon and vanilla all with a bit of bread. It was gooey and warm. It was delicious. I started to eat more, but tried to keep myself at a slow pace while eating so I wasn't seen as disrespectful.

I finished my cinnamon roll and pushed the plate aside as he picked it up and carried it to the sink, washing it off. I couldn't help but stare at him. Who was he? Why am I here? What did I do to deserve to be in a place like this? Is this the person I last remember being with? His voice sounds the same, but I can't be so sure. "Staring isn't nice you know." His voice brought me back to reality.

"Sorry." I said sheepishly. In all honesty I was terrified. I was in a new place, halfway naked in this man's house. I don't even know his name. I don't know anything about him and he's already taking care of me. My eyes averted as he stepped over, kneeling down to look at me. He placed his gloved hand under my chin and guided my head to look back to the lifeless eyes of the mask.

"You're very curious about me. Aren't you?" He was reading me. My emotions. He knew how I was feeling. Did I give it away that easily? I gave him a simple nod as I heard him chuckle. It's starting to get really warm again. "Well, why don't we step into the bedroom. If you ask the right questions, I will give the right answers."

Right questions? "What do you mean, right questions?" He chuckled again. God damn it's getting hot now. "My dear, you will just have to figure that out on your own, now won't you?" I turned my head again sheepishly as I heard him moving. I turned my head back to look to him and he was gone.

I huffed slightly, leaving my cup of slightly cold tea on the table and walked back to the bedroom. I peered in and there he was, sitting on the freshly made bed. He patted the space to his right. "Come have a seat, my dear. Let's talk."