Cold-Blooded (Sikorsky x Reader)

Conditions

"C-Condition..."

You mumbled surprised at the fact you weren't surprised.

"What kind of condition...?"

The question passed your lips cautiously.

Sikorsky grinned.

"Well you see....I have no place of...residency. Perhaps you would be so kind as to allow me to stay?"

You bit your tongue to prevent a retort from escaping your mouth.

"You...You want me to house a criminal? I could get into so much trouble! I could go to jail!!!"

Sikorsky smiled.

"Well then, you's will just have to keep it secret, no?"

"N-No way!"

"I'm not asking. I'm just lettings you know."

The russian man replied with a smirk.

Once you'd managed to pick your jaw up from the floor you scoffed.

"And if I tell someone?"

Sikorskys smile turned more sinister before he leaned in really close until your noses were a mere inch away.

"Then I kill them."

He hummed cheerily.

You swallowed, quietly submitting to your fate.

"Fine."

You huffed angrily, pushing him away.

Sikorsky grabbed your wrist, making you whip around to face him.

"What?!"

"Ares you not going to show me around?"

He teased.

"Dude..."

You mumbled in disbelief.

"Didn't you break in? You must've seen most of it already..."

"No, I wait patiently on ceiling."

"Oh I see- HOLD UP THE CEILING?!"

"Dah?"

"How?"

"Good question."

"That's...nevermind. The spare bedroom's over there."

You replied curtly, swiftly making your way out of the kitchen.

"Hm? You goings to sleep already?"

"No shit. This day has already been long enough before you showed up. Not to mention it literally almost two in the morning- oh....wait."

You cut yourself off and turned back around to face him, only to jump slightly when he appeared right behind you.

"Jesus christ!"

"What is matter?"

You went quiet before sighing.

"Please don't do that....and hold on a second."

After motioning him to stay-

(And of course he followed you anyways.)

You mentally rolled your eyes but didn't say anything before glancing back at the man.

He had a pretty massive frame but...

Luckily your father had been in the military so you might have some old clothes from your father that'd fit him.

You could feel his eyes on your back from the doorway.

"Come here."

You stated simply.

Sikorsky quirked a brow.

"What is it you needs?"

"Your a convict. I think it's safe to assume the only clothes you have are the ones your wearing correct?"

Sikorsky shrugged.

"Dah. But if I needs more I usually just takes them."

You shuddered mentally.

"Well your not doing that to my neighbors."

"Oh? And whys not?"

You stood, gently clutching one of your father's precious shirts and a pair of joggers.

"Because you can use these as pajamas..."

You replied softly. You hesitated a bit before carefully handing them to him.

"Hm? And whys do you have mens clothes?"

"They were my dads."

"He still live here?"

Sikorsky questioned confused.

"I no see anyone else in-"

"He's dead."

You stated simply.

"Oh... Alright then."

You were just about to leave when you heard it, just barely loud enough that you almost didn't hear it.

"Thank you."