regrets ✔️ | frank x reader |

~Do you trust me?~

"How long have you noticed me Y/N?"

Y/N gasped. How?

He took off his mask revealing perfectly sculpted cheekbones and a sharp jaw. She expected him to be middle-aged but he seemed to be at least 20. His eyes were a bright shade of red. His hair dangled over his forehead, shaping his face.

Oh my god.

"I told you to answer. It's not that complicated." Frank pulled off his black gloves revealing long skinny fingers. He went to a cabinet and pulled out three silver rings. He delicately put it on his fingers, not breaking eye contact with her.

"Not that long. I think like 5 days." Y/N blurted out. She was overtaken by attraction.

He smirked and took a seat again, extending his legs.

"Seems to be. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." His face turned into an expressionless, cold look. Immediately giving Y/N chills.

"Were you following me? I already know the answer." His hair was messy now it went from a slicked-to-the-side gel look to messy, curly brown locks.

Y/N gulped. She hesitated before nodding slowly.

"And here I thought you were smart compared to your idiotic friends. No sane person would follow a man into an abandoned subway." He raised his voice on the last word.

"How do you know—" Frank stopped Y/N and put his hand on the arms of the chair, hovering his face over Y/N's. She could smell the cologne on him. He's definitely rich.

"I'm the one asking questions here darling. Your job is to answer them. Stay in your place." He brushed my cheek and went into the kitchen, pouring vodka into a glass. He took off his suit jacket and fixed his red tie.

He swirled the cup around and drank it all in one gulp, slamming the glass down and exhaling.

"What do you want with me? No 18 year old child should be meddling in a dangerous person's business."

"How do you know how old I am?" Y/N was shocked. He really was stalking her.

"I said i'm the one asking. Now answer." He had gotten more irritated. Y/N knew not to push his limits.

"I wanted to confront you for stalking me and my friends." Y/N looked away so that she wouldn't look him in the eyes.

Frank pouted a little, mocking her. He tilted her face so that she was looking at him. His rings pressed against her jaw, the coldness of the steel gave her goosebumps.

"Good. Now that I'm done asking questions. I need to clear the air." Frank took something out of his pocket. A notepad.

Y/N was anxious. She knew that something was going to happen. Something that would affect her for the worst.

"You are aware that I can't let you go. It's too much of a risk. You've seen too much. Now if you do go out, you will be under surveillance." Frank flipped through the pages quicklt writing something down.

"So you're just going to kidnap me?" Y/N couldnt believe what she was hearing.

"Kidnap is an over exaggeration. I'm not taking you. I think secured would be the correct term. I'm not that evil, you know." He put the notepad down and offered her a drink, she refused.

"How many times am I going to say this. I'm not going to tell anyone." Y/N was exhausted of the interrogation.

"Oh I know you'll tell your pesky little friends. That's why I can't trust you. To gain my trust, you must trust me. My intention is not to hurt you love." Frank had his back turned. Y/N quickly got up and tried to run.

A large hand stopped her by pulling her back by her waist. Y/N collided into a rock-hard body. His arms were holding her tightly so that she wouldn't move. He leaned over. He was taller then Y/N so he was towering over her.

"Silly girl. I'm not that stupid." He was cold and seemed entertained by Y/N's ignorance.

"When is this whole mess going to end?" Y/N pleaded. She wanted to go.

"Until you trust me." Frank let go of her.

Y/N sat back down on the cold chair and looked up at Frank who was standing over her.

"Do you trust me Y/N?" His voice got softer as if he was desperate.

Y/N tried to cry but she couldn't. Something was stopping her.

"Do I have to stay here?" She asked. Frank ran his fingers through his hair again, pondering.

"No. You are free to go home. But I have to watch your every move." He smiled innocently.

"What if I try to expose you?" Y/N asked again.

"Well let's say you won't be seeing your mom or friends any time soon. So don't be stubborn." Frank was getting bored of the conversation.

"Can I at least see my friends?" Y/N frowned.

"Yes. There are some things I can't take away from you. If you say anything about this, I can make your nightmares into a reality." He was oddly calm as if this didn't phase him one bit.

"Okay." Y/N mumbled under her breath. Their was no way out.

"Just trust me."

A/N: In this story, your are 18 so that the whole relationship is legal. Frank is obviously not 30 in this. I made him a little younger so that he isn't a pedophile.

Update: I don't want to make it into a kidnapping story because I don't really want to romanticize Stockholm Syndrome. But leave suggestions on what you want to be put in the story.