❝𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙.ᐟ.ᐟ 𝐺𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑒 ♡ 𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒?❞

˚.🎀༘🧸ྀི

❝𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒<𝟑❞ 💋ྀིྀི

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨!!<𝟑

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐲! 𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 & 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲!!

𝐀𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 & 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

❝𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄.ᐟ.ᐟ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍? 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓.ᐟ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃? '𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔❞

𐙚.ᐟ

❝𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐶𝐴𝑁 𝑀𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝑀𝐸 𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇, 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇, 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐵𝐸𝐴𝑇 𝑀𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑆 𝑀𝐸 𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐷❞

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"I'm a patient man, I promise I won't go crazy."

And the next thing you know is he's knocking on your front door like a madman. Not caring that others are coming out and checking what's going on. Only for him to shout out, "I'm not playing around! Come on baby, don't you want to come with me? We could disappear, leave everything behind and start off new. Just me and you! I'll show you want being loved in such a twisted and obsessive way really is. Come on, be good and open the door."

If I'm just minding my business and doing whatever I'm doing throughout the day. And don't hear your voice from somewhere in the house, randomly.

Only to find out there's hidden cameras and microphones, where you keep tabs on me, do you even love me?

It's always, "Hi, how are you doing?"

But never them saying "You know, I've been thinking about how pretty you'd look being all mine. If I told you I wanted to keep you all for myslef, would that creepy you out?"

Nervously looking at you after mentioning something incredibly personal about you, only for you to look at me slightly surprised. And while I'm fidgeting about having exposed myself about knowing you to such a degree, you crack a smile before asking me how I even knew that.

So what's the pointing of hiding anymore? So I tell you, "I may or may not have stalked you". Just for your smile to widen even more before saying, "I know. I've done my own stalking about you too, sweetheart."

- Normalize you not talking to anyone else but me!

- Normalize having a bond so deep and well connected that you don't even have to speak to understand the other.

-Normalize the idea that you have me completely tied up around your finger that you could make me do anything you ask me to.

Matter of fact, normalize only making me you're favorite person!!

"But do you understand what being with a yandere partner really means?"

YESSS YES I DO!! I REALLY DO!! Now stop standing in my way and trying to change my mind, it's not gonna work. I know EXACTLY want I want and where I have to be.

Okay but, a yandere whose tired of waiting and his obsession gets the better of him. He's not in his right mind anymore. It's too late to realize that he's already shoving your front door open.

You're watching my horrified eyes as a stranger breaks into your home, walking in like he belongs here. And as the cup in your hand shatters to the floor, the sound of crunching fills your ear as he's stepping over the pieces with his heavy boots.

You can't hear anything but the wound of your heart beating too loudly in your ears. And as you lift your hand to your mouth in a silent gasp, he's watching your action very closely. Before looking at you like a sad pup, eyes softening.

It fools you, only slightly, it's like his eyes are telling you that he'd never really do this. But the moment your guard lowers even the slightest, that insane look is back in them. You're silent, letting him pick you up and carry you as he pleases, shock stopping your movements.

And as he sets you down on your bedroom floor, his fingers hovering over your collarbone, he's whispering into your ear. "Why are you scared? Of me? I mean... you should be scared. But not of me. Never of me."

Would you still love me if I thought it was a cute routine that you put in the effort to stalk me?

Would you still love me if one day you showed up at my front door and told me how you happened to see me one day?

How you decided to follow me around all day, and have since been stalking me nonstop. How you feel like you're going crazy and that you know it's creepy, but you couldn't help it. "It's like my feet just carried me here on their own" is what you'd say with a desperate look in your eyes.

But instead of getting scared and slamming the door shut, I look at you like you've just given me my favorite thing in the world as a gift. "Really??" I'd ask, smiling up at you as your eyes widen at the soft and eager tone in my voice.

❝And I'm dyin' to be next, kill me once before, I just come back more obsessed with you❞

❝My Sweetest Sin, do you know what you've done to me? Do you understand the ruin you've left in your wake? My mind, my heart, my very soul—they are all in shambles because of you.

I tried, my love. I tried to resist, to let you exist freely, to watch from the edges of your world like some pathetic creature, worshiping from afar. I thought I could control it—this need, this hunger, this unbearable ache that gnaws at me every second I am not buried inside your presence.

I am done pretending that I can let you slip through my fingers like some fleeting dream. You are not a dream. You are mine. Mine to hold. Mine to keep. Mine to devour until there is nothing left of you but the parts I choose to leave untouched.

Does that scare you? It should. Not because I would ever hurt you—no, my love, never. But because I would burn this world to ashes before I let it take you from me.

I have watched. I have waited. I have bitten my tongue and clenched my fists each time someone dares to stand too close, dares to speak your name like they have a right to it. They do not. They never will.

Every dark, twisted thought. Every sinful, maddening desire. Every promise that you will never, ever be without me again. They will all surface into the light, shattering my thin wall between sanity and insanity.

I will break down every wall you try to build. I will strip you of every hesitation, every doubt, until you are bare before me—raw, desperate, and wholly, irrevocably mine.

I will not be gentle. Not when I have starved for you for so long. Not when my hands tremble with the need to touch, to hold, to brand myself into your very skin so that you never forget who you belong to.

You were made for me, just as I was made for you.

I will have you. I will consume you. And when the rest of the world fades away, when there is nothing left but you and me and this unholy devotion, you will finally understand— You were never meant to be free. You were meant to be mine.

Forever.

Always.

Now.❞