πYouβre his project, and heβs determined to get you right.
β€οΈ Synopsis. A quiet genius watches from the shadows, studying every detail of your life with obsessive precisionβuntil one night, his fixation turns darker, and you become the subject of his twisted, unrelenting experiment. In his world, nothing is left to chance, and youβre the only variable he canβt control.
β‘ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.
β‘ Pairing. Yandere! Nerd x Fem. Reader
β‘ Headcanon. Beyond the Data – Part 1
β‘ Word Count. 5,132
β‘ TW. dom + top + older + sadistic + yandere, general non-con + manipulation, rape, BDSM, somnophilia, drugging, stalking, forced oral, invasion of privacy, non-con photography and filming, intoxication kink, dumbification, slapping, degradation, humiliation, forced penetration, forced anal, name calling, slut shaming
β‘ His Story. No one else noticed the quiet boy in the corner, but heβs all youβll notice now.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who is the last person youβd expect to command fearβor obsession. The invisible boy in the corner of the lecture hall, whose name you can never seem to remember. Just another cog in the academic machine, unnoticed and unremarkable.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who didnβt always hate you. At first, he didnβt even notice you. Why would he? You were a speck in his meticulously ordered world of formulas and research papers. Heβd glance over you like a bookβs prefaceβskimming, dismissive, uninterested. You werenβt worth his attention, and he wasnβt one for distractions.
Until you were.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd whose hatred began with quiet disdain. He couldnβt stand the way you disrupted the sanctity of his intellectual space. Your kindness was a flaw, a weak and irritating crack in the facade of academia. The way you lent your notes to struggling classmates, stayed late to tutor those who would never return the favor.
βNaΓ―ve,β he muttered once under his breath, watching you push a stack of papers toward a crying peer. βTheyβre just using you.β
But you didnβt care. You never did.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd whose resentment festered in the shadows. Watching your muted empathy, your small, unnoticed acts of kindness, twisted his stomach in ways he couldnβt understand. You were supposed to fail. You were supposed to get crushed beneath the weight of your own optimism, yet you didnβt.
And that infuriated him.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who told himself he hated you because you were soft, too forgiving, too simple. But the truth was far darker. You represented something heβd never hadβa warmth that lingered in the spaces between your quiet gestures. A kindness that was not weakness, but strength. You had no armor, and yet you thrived.
It fascinated him. It enraged him.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who lived a life of quiet detachment. He wasnβt bullied in schoolβno, he was too invisible for that. Teachers praised his brilliance, but no one remembered his name. His height, his looming presence, the stretch of taut muscle beneath oversized sweatersβthey didnβt matter when he kept to himself, a ghost haunting the edges of the classroom.
Invisibility was his refuge, and he sharpened his mind in its silence.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd whose physical strength was a quiet secret. Long hours spent weightlifting in the dim light of the university gym werenβt for vanityβthey were an escape, a distraction, a way to channel the dark energy gnawing at him. But he never cared about the results.
The thick-framed glasses, the slouching posture, the ill-fitting cardigansβthese were his camouflage. No one saw him. No one looked past the surface.
Except you.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who begins his descent like any good scientistβmethodically. It starts as observation, the kind youβd expect from someone whoβs spent his life reducing the world into formulas and equations. You are a variable, an anomaly, something he must decode to restore order to his meticulously organized life.
But the more he observes, the less he understands. And the more it drives him mad.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who tells himself itβs harmless at first. Watching you from across the library, tracking the soft scratch of your pen as it glides over your notebook. He doesnβt even realize heβs memorized the way your eyebrows knit together in concentration, or how you chew the corner of your lip when youβre stuck on a problem.
Itβs data. Just data.
But the data begins to haunt him.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who begins cataloging you like a research subject. He keeps a notebook tucked into the bottom drawer of his desk, hidden beneath a pile of unfinished assignments. Every detail about you goes into it: the time you arrive at class (always ten minutes early), the number of steps you take to reach your favorite seat, the precise way the sunlight catches your hair at 3:17 p.m. on the third floor of the library.
He calls it fieldwork to justify the growing obsession.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who found himself lingering at the edges of your world, desperate for scraps. The smell of your shampoo as you walked past. The faint imprint of your handwriting left on discarded papers.
You didnβt notice the way his hands flexed when you leaned too close to another classmate, or the way his jaw clenched when someone touched your arm.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who is painfully aware of how wrong it is. Heβs not stupid. He knows that following you home, counting the number of locks on your door, isnβt something a sane person does. But logic isnβt enough to stop him.
Youβre a virus in his brain, disrupting his calculations, infecting his thoughts with something he doesnβt know how to purge. You grate on him in all the wrong ways, the way a scratch disrupts a perfect vinyl record. He hates you for it. He hates you because he canβt stop.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who turns his obsession into an experiment. He programs an algorithm to track your social media activity, compiling your posts, photos, and even deleted comments into a neat timeline. He bookmarks the articles you share, cataloging your interests, your values, your humor.
Itβs not enough. Itβs never enough.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who upgrades his methods when simple observation no longer satisfies. He rigs a tiny camera outside the lecture hall, angled perfectly to catch the way you sit, the absent way you tap your foot when youβre bored. He sets up a recording app on his phone to capture the sound of your voice in class discussions, replaying it later as though decoding a foreign language.
He tells himself itβs for research. He just needs to understand you.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who learns your patterns better than you know them yourself. He can predict where youβll be at any given timeβyour favorite coffee shop at 8:43 a.m., the library desk in the northeast corner by 6:12 p.m., your solitary walks through the park on Sunday mornings.
He times his own movements to yours, ensuring you never notice his presence, never feel the weight of his gaze. Itβs a game to him nowβa test of his own skill.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who hacks into your student profile. Itβs easy, really, a puzzle too simple to satisfy his intellect. But he doesnβt do it for the challenge; he does it to see your schedule, your grades, the tiny notes professors leave about you.
βExceptional work ethic,β one professor writes, and he feels a strange swell of pride, as though your achievements are his own.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who begins collecting physical traces of you. A pen you leave behind in class, its cap chewed and frayed. A receipt from the coffee shop, crumpled and discarded. A strand of hair caught in the strap of your backpack.
Each item is cataloged and stored in a small box beneath his bed, a grotesque shrine to the person youβll never realize heβs built.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who upgrades his βresearchβ to something darker. He creates a fake identity to join your online study group, posing as a fellow student struggling with the material. It gives him access to your unfiltered thoughts, your casual messages and inside jokes.
The first time you reply to his fake account with a laughing emoji, his heart races. He hates himself for it, for the pathetic thrill it gives him, but he keeps going.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who hated you because you didnβt need him. You were brilliant in your own quiet way, a top student who never flaunted your achievements. You had what he lacked: empathy. Warmth. The ability to be seen without being scrutinized.
But the more he learns, the more he realizes something crucial:
He doesnβt want to study you anymore. He wants to control you.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who justifies it all as self-preservation. Youβre the one invading his mind, disrupting his focus, ruining his carefully constructed life. If he could just fix youβif he could break you down into something manageable, something his mind could dominateβthen heβd finally have peace.
But until then, heβll keep collecting his data, keep tightening the web around you. Because in his world, nothing is left unresolved.
And you, his most maddening equation, will not be the exception.
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β‘ Yandere! Nerd who loathes admitting weaknessβespecially emotions as primal and irrational as jealousy. To him, emotions are nothing but noise, disrupting the signal of his perfectly calibrated mind. But when he sees you with the student council president, laughing, leaning close, sharing those little stolen moments, that noise becomes deafening.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who bristles at the mere sight of him. The president, all polished charm and perfect manners, standing too close to you, lingering too long in your orbit. Itβs infuriating how you light up around him, your shy, carefully guarded smiles breaking into easy laughter. Itβs infuriating how he canβt simply classify this feeling as irrational anger.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who watches the subtle chemistry between you and the president unfold like a slow-motion car crash. The presidentβs hand brushing yours as he passes you a folder. The way he leans in slightly when you speak, as though hanging on your every word. And worst of all, the way you donβt pull away.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd whose jealousy turns into something darker when he overhears the president call you βspecial.β
Itβs a simple word, tossed casually into a conversation, but it ignites a fire in his chest that he canβt put out. Special? Youβre special to him? No, thatβs wrong. Thatβs his word for you, even if heβs never dared to say it out loud.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who recognizes his jealousy with clinical detachment. He hates you for making him feel this wayβoff-kilter, vulnerable, human. He hates the president even more for daring to tread on whatβs his, for invading the carefully cultivated space heβs built around you.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who tells himself itβs not jealousyβitβs concern. Heβs only protecting you from someone who might not have your best interests at heart. After all, the president isnβt as perfect as he seems. Heβs seen the cracks in that polished facade, the weaknesses he could exploit if necessary.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who begins to sabotage the president in small, insidious ways. A corrupted file here, a misplaced document there. Minor inconveniences that disrupt the presidentβs perfect image, planting seeds of doubt in those around him.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who knows this isnβt sustainable. The jealousy, the hatred, the dark fantasies that creep into his mind every time he sees you with the presidentβitβs all spiraling out of control. He needs to act, to take back the control thatβs slipping through his fingers.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who tells himself he doesnβt need you to love him back. He just needs to remove the variablesβthe distractions, the threats.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who begins plotting his next move with the cold, calculating precision of a scientist. Because if he canβt have you, no one else will.
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β‘ Yandere! Nerd finally went through with his main plan, a way to make you see him, to make you need him. He pulled out a small vial of clear liquid, his heart racing as he approached you. “Tonight,” he murmured to himself, “I’ll finally get what I deserve.”
With meticulous care, he mixed the potent sleeping agent into the cup of drink you’d left on your nightstand. It was your favorite. He knew it was your go-to drink for winding down after a long day.
As your eyelids grew heavy and your breathing deepened, he approached you, his steps silent on the plush carpet. He set the drugged tea aside and gently lifted your limp body, placing you in the center of the bed. He couldn’t help but admire you, the way you looked so innocent, so vulnerable.
It was intoxicating, and he felt a perverse sense of satisfaction knowing he was about to shatter that purity.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd undressed you with trembling hands, his eyes greedily taking in every curve and line of your body. You stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent under your breath, but the drugs held firm. He took his time, savoring each moment as he stripped away your layers of clothing. When you were bare, he stepped back to appreciate his handiwork, his erection straining against his pants. He felt like a sculptor revealing a masterpiece hidden beneath a layer of marble.
With a predatory smile, he unbuckled his belt and stepped closer to the bed. He leaned over you, his breath hot against your neck. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted this?” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. You murmured something indistinct, lost in the fog of the drugs. “No,” he chuckled, “you don’t. But you will.”
β‘ Yandere! Nerd grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. His teeth grazed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine that you couldn’t control. You whimpered, a sound that only served to excite him further. He didn’t need your consentβnot really. You were his to use, to break, to shape into the perfect specimen. His hands roamed over your body, leaving bruises in their wake as he explored every inch of your skin. Each touch was a declaration of ownership, a promise of what was to come.
He positioned himself between your legs, his eyes glittering with a dark excitement as he took in your unconscious form. His hands, rough and calloused from countless hours in the gym and lab, caressed your inner thighs, spreading them apart with a gentle cruelty.
You were his now, a blank canvas for his twisted desires. He didn’t bother with foreplay; your pleasure was inconsequential. It was all about the thrill of taking what he wanted.
With a grunt, he plunged into you, his thick cock stretching your sleep-loosened pussy. You gasped, a sound that was half-moan, half-whimper, as he filled you completely.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd didn’t bother to hold back, his hips slamming into yours with the precision of a machine. You were just a receptacle for his lust, a means to an end. Each thrust was a declaration of dominance, a silent claim that you belonged to him and him alone.
As he fucked you, he whispered sweet nothings into your earβdegrading names that made your skin crawl.
“Dumb fucking slut,” he murmured, his voice a dark symphony that seemed to echo in the quiet room. “You’re mine now. No one else will ever touch you like this.” His words were a blend of anger and adoration, a twisted love letter to the girl who’d unwittingly captured his attention.
Your body responded despite the haze of the drugs. You arched your back, the sensation of him inside you overwhelming even through the fog. Your mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear, but your body was his plaything, reacting on instinct alone.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd noticed your involuntary movements and smirked, his strokes becoming more deliberate, more punishing.
“That’s it,” he cooed, his breath hot against your skin. “You love it, don’t you? Being used like a cheap slut.”
As he pounded into you, he reached for his phone, the screen casting a harsh blue light across the room.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd began to record, capturing every moan and whimper, every tear that slipped from your closed eyes. He’d study this footage later, memorize your reactions, learn what made you squirm and beg.
It was all for science, for understanding. But deep down, he knew it was more than thatβit was about power.
Your legs trembled around him, a silent plea for mercy that went unheard. You were lost in the haze of the drugs, unable to form coherent thoughts. The only reality was the relentless pressure building inside you, the way his cock filled and emptied you with a rhythm that seemed to echo through your soul. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, a nightmare wrapped in the guise of pleasure.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd reached down and pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he watched your face contort with pain.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. You tried to focus on him through the fog, your glazed eyes fluttering open to meet his. He was so close, his face a twisted mask of desire and something elseβsomething darker.
“You’re mine,” he said again, his voice a hiss in the quiet room. “You’re mine to fuck, to use, to break.”
β‘ Yandere! Nerd grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his as he continued to fuck you with a ferocity that seemed to come from a place beyond obsession. His hand was slick with the sweat that coated your body, his grip tight as he held you in place.
The camera’s cold eye recorded everything, the unblinking gaze of his twisted love. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on your face as he whispered, “Look at how much I own you, bitch.”
Your eyes rolled back in your head, a silent protest to the waves of pain and pleasure that crashed over you. His other hand reached down to rub at your clit, his movements rough and unyielding.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd watched with clinical interest as your body responded, his own pleasure mounting with each twitch and jerk of your hips.
“You’re going to cum for me,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “You’re going to cum and show me how much you love being used.”
You feel his hand leave your chin, instead wrapping around your throat, squeezing just tight enough to cut off your air, but not enough to cause you to pass out. His eyes bore into yours, demanding your full attention. your vision swims, and your breath hitches as he continues to thrust into you.
His other hand is still on your clit, the harsh strokes matching the rhythm of his hips. Each time you’re about to slip away into unconsciousness, he loosens his grip slightly, allowing you to gasp for breath. The mix of oxygen deprivation and intense pleasure is a heady cocktail, making your body respond in ways you never knew it could.
The drugs he’d administered had reached their peak effectiveness, plunging you into a state of absolute vulnerability.
Your eyes rolled back in your head, and your body went slack as he continued his brutal assault, his cock hammering into your swollen, abused pussy with a merciless rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of agony crashing through you, but your mind was too far gone to process it as anything other than a distant sensation.
You were nothing more than a ragdoll in his grip, a toy for his sadistic pleasure.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd whispers lowly, “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” his voice thick with lust as he watched your body spasm beneath him.
“So dumb and helpless. It’s like you’re begging for it.” He leaned in, his teeth grazing your ear as he spoke, his breath hot and moist.
“You love this, don’t you, bitch? Being fucked by someone who sees through all your bullshit?” His hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your air once again.
Your body succumbs to the overwhelming stimulation, a series of intense orgasms rip through you, one after the other. You’re too high and too intoxicated to fully understand what’s happening, but the raw pleasure is undeniable.
You feel like a marionette with cut strings, your body responding to his touch without thought or resistance.
Each time you climax, a strangled gasp escapes your throat, your eyes rolling back in your head as your back arches off the bed.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd watches with a mix of triumph and fascination, his own pleasure building as he takes in your complete and utter surrender.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, the praise sticking in your throat like a knife. “Take it all for me.” His strokes become more erratic as his own orgasm approaches, his breath hitching in his chest.
The hand around your throat tightens, the pressure increasing until your vision starts to fade. Just when you think you can’t handle anymore, he slams into you one last time, his body stiffening as he cums deep inside you. He holds you there, his cock pulsing, his grip on your throat unyielding until he’s drained himself completely.
With a sick sense of satisfaction, he watches the last twitches of your body as the drugs overtake you fully.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd withdraws his cock, already planning the next round of his twisted experiment. His eyes rake over your limp form, noticing the way your breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath, the way your pussy glistens with his cum and your own juices.
He can’t resist the urge to touch you, to play with his new toy, so he starts snapping pictures and recording videos, capturing every inch of your exposed flesh from various angles.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd positions your unresponsive body into various degrading poses, each one more obscene than the last.
The camera clicks away, capturing every angle as he spreads your legs wide and fills your pussy with his cum. His eyes never leave the viewfinder as he watches the white fluid ooze out of you, painting your thighs and stomach with his ownership.
He’s methodical in his approach, treating you like a living, breathing doll. With each picture and video taken, his arousal builds, his cock swelling and pulsing with the need to claim you again.
“Wake up,” he whispers, his voice a dark promise.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd slaps your cheek harshly, leaving a vivid red handprint, before he waits for any sign of consciousness. When you don’t respond, he sighs and shakes his head.
“Too much, huh?” He reaches down and slaps you again, this time harder. “You’re going to learn to wake up for me.” His hand travels down to your clit, giving it a cruel pinch that makes your body jerk despite your unconscious state.
With your unconscious body still splayed out before him, the his hunger is far from satisfied. He takes a moment to appreciate the scene, his cock standing erect and gleaming with lust.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd shifts you onto your stomach, the soft curves of your ass begging for his attention. He lines himself up with your wet, puckered hole and slams into you without warning, the sound of his hips slapping against your flesh echoing through the room.
He groans in pleasure as he feels the tightness of your ass clench around him, the drugs in your system making you even more pliable and responsive than usual.
“You’re going to love this,” he murmurs, his voice low and menacing as he starts to fuck you roughly. Each thrust is punctuated by a smack to your ass, the sound of his hand connecting with your flesh filling the room.
You whimper in your sleep, the pain and pleasure mixing together in your hazy mind. He reaches around to play with your clit, his rough fingers bringing you closer to the edge of consciousness with each pass. “You’re so tight,” he grunts, his teeth gritted with effort. “So fucking tight.”
β‘ Yandere! Nerd flips you over again, your limp body now lying on your back, your legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He takes a moment to capture the perfect shot of your exposed pussy, the way your swollen lips are parted and dripping with cum and your own arousal. He’s in no rush; he’s got all night.
For hours, he treats your body like a fuck-toy, his cock sliding in and out of you in a series of depraved positions that he’s been dreaming about for so long.
The camera captures everythingβthe way your breasts bounce with each thrust, the arch of your back as he takes you from behind, the way your eyes roll back in your head even in your drug-induced slumber.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd continues to whisper degrading names in your ear, calling you his little fuckdoll, his rape toy, his property. His hand tightens around your neck, his other hand playing with your clit, your body responding to his touch despite your lack of consciousness.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd takes you in every conceivable way, his cock a blur as he snaps photos and records videos for his twisted collection. He loves the way your body reacts to him, the way your pussy clenches around him when you’re on the brink of an involuntary orgasm.
It’s like watching a science experiment unfold before his very eyes, a symphony of pain and pleasure that he’s orchestrated to perfection.
And the best part? You’ll never remember a thing.
“Mm, you’re so obedient when you’re like this,” he says, his voice thick with lust as he pulls out of your ass and flips you onto your stomach again.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd spreads your cheeks wide, his cock sliding through your folds as his hand grips your mouth. “Open up, bitch. Time to swallow your medicine.”
With a sadistic smirk, he positions his cock at your open, drooling mouth. He’s already painted your cheeks and chin with his cum, a grotesque mask of his dominance. Your eyes remain closed, lashes fluttering with the fading aftermath of your forced orgasms. He pushes the tip of his cock past your lips, watching them stretch around his girth.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd films as he slams his cock down your throat, watching the way your cheeks bulge with each thrust. Your tongue is limp and unresponsive, but it doesn’t matterβthe sight of your mouth filled with his cum is all he needs.
He holds your head steady, pushing deeper and deeper until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag around his length. He loves the sound, the way your body fights against his intrusion even as you lie there, helpless and drugged.
“That’s it,” he croons, his eyes glinting with malicious pleasure. “Swallow it all for me. Show me how much of a good rape toy you can be.” He keeps fucking your mouth, his hips snapping against your face with increasing ferocity. You’re just a vessel for his pleasure, a receptacle for his anger and frustration.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd pulls out with a wet pop, leaving your mouth gaping and coated in his seed. He takes a moment to admire the view before sliding his cock back into your pussy, groaning as he feels your wet warmth envelop him once more. He’s lost in his own depraved world, the camera capturing every sickening detail of his violation.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice a mix of disgust and admiration.
“You’re just a mindless fuck-doll when you’re like this.” He fists your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. His teeth graze the sensitive skin there, leaving a trail of bites that you’ll feel tomorrow, a constant reminder of his power over you.
“But tomorrow, you’ll go back to being the perfect little student, won’t you?” He bites down harder, making you whimper in your sleep. “You’ll sit in class with no idea that you’re mine.”
His camera clicks away as he captures every depraved moment of his violation. Your unconscious moans and whimpers fill the room, a testament to his cruel touch.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd records from various angles, making sure to get close-ups of your gaping mouth and the way your eyes water around his cock. His hands are rough, holding you in place as he uses your body for his own sick pleasure. The camera zooms in on your throat as he fucks your face, the veins bulging as he forces himself deeper and deeper.
He pulls out of your mouth with a wet, gagging sound, your saliva and cum dripping down your chin. He smirks at the pathetic mess you’ve become under his control.
Grabbing a back-up phone, he takes several more pictures of your faceβyour swollen, bitten lips, your tear-stained cheeks, the drool pooling around your chin. Then he moves lower, taking shots of your bruised pussy and asshole, both gaping open and leaking his cum. He zooms in on the mess he’s made of you, capturing every detail with a disturbing sense of pride.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd continues his sadistic play, his hand moving to your throat once more as he whispers his degrading comments into your ear. “You’re nothing but a damn pornstar, aren’t you?”
He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling your ear. “Look at you, trying to wake up. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you won’t remember a thing, prostitute.”
With a chuckle, he slaps you across the faceβhard enough to leave a red handprint, but not hard enough to rouse you fully. The sound echoes through the room, a stark contrast to the muffled squelches of your forced union.
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β‘ Yandere! Nerd who finally admitted it to himself in the aftermath of this night, in the suffocating silence of his apartment. It wasnβt hatred. It wasnβt admiration. It was possession. You didnβt belong in a world that appreciated you.
You belonged to him, as a dumb fuckdoll for him to use and discard as he pleases.
β‘ Yandere! Nerd who never intended for it to go this far. But as he crouched over your crumpled form, his hand brushing the soft curve of your cheek, he realized there was no going back.
βDo you see me now, fuckdoll?β he murmured, his voice growling with a strange mix of triumph and obsession.
And, he was still far from done. He has all night, and more.
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