Monster's Beloved | Yandere! Wasterlord! Ichigo

You ran. Your heart pounded so loudly it seemed it could be heard even in the Soul Society itself. Your legs buckled, but fear drove you forward. The moon shone through the breaks in the clouds, casting long shadows from the ruins he had left behind.

He followed you. Slowly. As if he knew you weren't going anywhere.

White bone armor covered his skin, his tattered Shinigami robes fluttering in the wind. A horned mask hid his face, but you could feel his gaze—hot, hungry, mad.

"Ichigo…"

You whispered, tripping over a stone. He didn't answer. You pressed yourself against the wall of the ruined building, trying to freeze, to become invisible. But he already knew where you were.

Heavy footsteps were approaching

"S-stop it…"

Your voice trembled. Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of you. You screamed, jumping back, but he was faster. A bony, clawed hand dug into the wall next to your head, cutting off your escape.

He leaned closer. His hot breath burned your neck. He sniffed you like an animal, breaking into a low growl. His fingers squeezed your wrist—not painfully, but tight enough to keep you from breaking free.

"Please...don't hurt me..."

You tried to push him, but he didn't even move. Instead, he pressed your palm to his mask. And you felt something alive beat in rhythm with your heart beneath the cold bone. Ichigo leaned forward and pressed his mask's forehead against your cheek, making a sound between a growl and a purr.