𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

Yandere! Isekai! Knight

Word Count: 1,078 words

The Hero’s Obsession

1. When the Hero Fell

He hadn’t always been this way. Once, he was the shining knight—a paragon of virtue, unyielding in his defense of the weak. His sword was justice, his purpose was salvation, and his heart was pure.

Then you appeared.

That first encounter, when you escaped his grasp and reduced his pride to dust, was the moment everything cracked. You didn’t just defeat him—you humiliated him. And he couldn’t forget the fire in your eyes or the triumphant curve of your lips as you slipped through his fingers. It wasn’t a loss to him—it was a curse, a compulsion that sank deep into his soul.

He would tell himself, over and over, that it was love—obsessive, maddening love. It couldn’t be his fault that he had become this way. You had made him like this, hadn’t you? Forced him to break his own code, to sacrifice his honor, all for the sake of keeping you. And now, you belonged to him—you were his to keep, his to control.

2. Chains that Bind

He knew you too well to underestimate you. You were clever, elusive, able to vanish like a whisper in the wind. That’s why he forged the chains himself—heavy and unbreakable, cruel edges digging into your skin when you resisted. Iron cuffs shackle your wrists and ankles, their weight an extension of his will. Each step you take is punctuated by the clink of metal, a melody of imprisonment that never stops playing.

When your struggles grow too fierce, he takes further measures. Cold steel tightens around your neck—a collar, etched with his sigil, so that no one can mistake who owns you.

“This is for your safety,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb along its edge with chilling tenderness. “I couldn’t bear it if you tried to leave me again. Don’t make me regret trusting you, little dove.”

3. Shattering Defiance

To him, your spirit is both infuriating and intoxicating. He says you need “taming,” as if you’re some wild creature. His punishments are cold, calculated, and devoid of mercy. Disobedience is met with hunger and thirst, your cell becoming colder as hours stretch into days. You’re left trembling in the dark, and he watches—always watches—until you break.

When you finally crumble, when your defiance flickers into surrender, he rewards you with sickening sweetness.

“Good girl,” he purrs, gloved fingers threading through your tangled hair. The words drip with dark satisfaction, as though your obedience is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

And yet, the gentleness is worse than the punishments. His touch lingers, possessive and reverent, as he promises protection in one breath and threatens devastation in the next.

“Why fight me?” he coos, brushing his lips against your ear. “It’s so much easier when you listen.”

4. Worship and Control

His hands know your body better than you do. They map every scar, every bruise, every shiver that escapes when his touch lingers too long. To him, your skin is his canvas—a testament to his possession.

“Look at this,” he whispers one night, tracing a mark on your collarbone, his tone both awe-filled and possessive. “This proves you’re mine. Every inch of you belongs to me alone.”

When he isn’t marking you with his cruelty, he reveres you with unsettling devotion. He touches you as though you’re sacred, as though the very act of holding you is his salvation. And his words—so tender yet so suffocating—make your heart sink.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs against your trembling form. “Don’t you see? You were made for me.”

5. Breaking Your Mind

Your body isn’t enough—he wants your mind, your heart, your very soul. His words become daggers, slicing through your resolve, warping your reality until the world beyond him feels like a distant dream.

“Do you really think anyone else cares about you?” he whispers one night, his voice soft but deadly. “They’ve forgotten you. But me? I’ll never forget you. You’re everything to me.”

When you beg for release, for freedom, he only laughs—a sound colder than the dungeon walls that surround you.

“Freedom?” His eyes gleam with cruel amusement. “You wouldn’t survive without me, little dove. I’m the only one who knows what you truly need.”

6. False Kindness

When your will begins to fray, he dangles hope before you like bait. A scrap of food. A cup of water. “You’ve been good,” he says, handing you sustenance as though it’s a reward rather than a necessity. “Good girls deserve to be taken care of.”

Sometimes, he unshackles you just long enough to let the illusion of freedom bloom.

“Run,” he urges, stepping back, his expression unreadable. “Go on. See if you can escape me.”

The moment you move, the hunt begins. He always catches you—it’s never a question of if, only when. His hands close around you like iron shackles, dragging you back as his laughter rings in your ears.

“Did you really think you could leave me?” he sneers, his voice thick with both mockery and hunger. “Poor little dove… you’ll never learn.”

7. Ritual Devotion

To him, your presence is holy—his obsession takes on the fervor of a priest at the altar. Symbols and sigils scar the walls, carved in blood and ink as he murmurs prayers over your sleeping form.

“You don’t understand,” he tells you, eyes wild with an almost fanatical glow. “You saved me. Without you, I’m nothing. You’re my light in the darkness.”

His belief is terrifying because it’s sincere. For all his cruelty, he loves you—in a way that devours you whole.

8. A Bond Sealed in Blood

When he decides he can’t risk losing you any longer, he speaks of a ritual—a final act to bind you together forever.

“We’ll be one,” he says, his voice trembling with unhinged excitement. “Our souls will be tied. Isn’t that beautiful?”

The tools gleam in the dim light—knives, brands, needles. He gives you no choice. The pain is excruciating, and when it’s over, you bear his mark—a scar that mirrors his own.

He gathers you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your temple as you tremble, broken and raw.

“Now you’ll never leave me,” he whispers, his voice soft with dark satisfaction. “Even if you try to run, you’ll carry me with you forever.”

His love isn’t love. It’s a cage of steel and shadows, and you are the prize—the masterpiece he will cherish, break, and rebuild over and over again.