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#SYNOPSIS—Colonel Quaritch has a brilliant plan

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere,dark quaritch, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, non-consensual touching, stalking, creepy behavior, abuse of power, delusional, implications of noncon/dubcon(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— colonel Miles Quaritch

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When he first laid eyes on you the Colonel thought you were nothing more but a pretty little thing. Arm candy if you will— for him that is. You’re in the corner of his vision in every room he walks in, with a nice buttoned blouse, a tight skirt that amplified your body and bright red heels. They way you bat your eyelashes and flash a darling smile towards the men. A vixen— he thinks. He sees the way other men look at you, the way their eyes darken with desire. He doesn’t blame them but he does blame you. You are the reason why their heads turn, why they turn into mindless fools. He’s no better than them— and that frustrates him.

At one point his frustration boils to the top, he wants nothing more but to have you in his grasp. A pretty little thing like you underneath him is but a man’s filthy dream. His feelings for you only progress due to the various encounters he’s had with you. At one point he thought you were outright looking for him— a chance to seduce him seeing as how many times he’s run into you. The gears turn in his head and in the end he decides to take the advantage presented to him. In the chances he runs into you he makes sure he’s known.

He’s a man who demands respect and screams authority. He walks with confidence, head high and broad shoulders squared. His heartbeat quickens in anticipation as he hears the echoing click of your heels. He can't help but seize the opportunity when he sees you coming around the corner. He collides into you, or more accurately, you collide into him. His arms tightened around your waist like a serpent, steadying your balance against him. The soft plush of your body pressing against him as you stared up at him like a deer in headlights. ❝ Colonel— ❞ You’re hands pushed against his chest trying to get out of his grip, the way you squirmed in his grasp was oddly cute.

❝ Now where are you off to in such a hurry? ❞ His hand came up to caress the side of your cheek but to his displeasure you had flinched from his touch. His eyes narrowed, displeased with your rejection at his touch. He gripped the side of your cheek firmly, seeing your eyes tearing up, lips grimacing and chin trembling. He would give anything to watch your cheeks flush and be the reason your tears trickle down your cheeks. He could feel your heartbeat pounding against your ribs, was he the reason you were nervous? Why your legs were shaking and knees knocking together, was he the reason for that? Or was it someone else?

His eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched together. Anger coursed through his veins, like a blazing inferno. We’re you with someone else? Flashing them your pearly white teeth, laughing and giggling with them. Acting all friendly with any bastard that comes your way. Is that why your shaking? Had you come back from fooling around with someone? His fingers dug into the flesh of your cheekbone. Shooting pain coursed through your cheekbone, as you hissed in pain ❝You’re hurting me— ❞ His grip on your cheekbones softened, thumb caressing against your soft skin in an apologetic way.

A look of bitterness and jealousy swept across his face, he supposes there’s only one way to figure it out. His hand slid down brushing the side of your hips, gaze set firmly in the way your knees locked together. He could picture unsavory images of you bedding another man, legs spread open and head thrown back in pleasure. His teeth gnashed against each other— that won’t do. No— he’ll have to see proof itself you weren’t out there fooling with another. And with you acting so docile— well who was he to deny?

❝ Colonel?—❞

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