πβHe says heβd do anything for you. But would you believe him?β
β€οΈ Synopsis. Beneath his playful smile lies a predator in waitingβmuscles honed for control, a filthy mind veiled by charm, and a dark obsession that festers with every glance you give him. You think heβs harmless, but when his restraint finally snaps, youβll learn just how wrong youβve been.
β‘ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.
β‘ Pairing. Yandere! Best Friend x Fem. Reader
β‘ Headcanons. Unspoken Desires – Part 1
β‘ Word Count. 5,580
β‘ TW. dom + top + older + sadistic yandere, general non-con + manipulation, fear play, isolation, monitoring, non-con kissing and/or touching, forced relationship, BDSM, depression and mental illnesses, implied suicidal tendencies, unhealthy coping mechanisms, masturbation, hinted needle play, degradation, name calling, implied drugging
β‘ Note. Due to Tumblr content guidelines involving mental illnesses, self-harm, and suicide, some plot details of the original story were purposefully made ambiguous to fit the platform.
β‘ A/N. Actually I was trying to write wholesome, then it went to my usual writing style oop. Though, I wouldn’t really say this is explicit. Seems lax for me, but that also has its own appeal.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who grew up with you in a tiny village nestled deep in the heart of a high fantasy world, where magic thrummed beneath the earth like a heartbeat and gods were whispered about in the rustling of leaves. A world where war and peace ebbed and flowed like the tides, and your childhood playgrounds were forests that spoke in riddles and rivers that glowed faintly under moonlight.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who first met you when you saved his lifeβor maybe he saved yours. You canβt even remember anymore. But you were just kids back then, barely old enough to wield a knife, much less survive a wolf attack in the woods. Heβd laughed with bloodied teeth and sparkling eyes, like almost dying was the best day of his life.
“Youβre an idiot,” youβd muttered as you yanked him out of the beastβs jaws, dragging him behind a tree.
“Yeah, but you saved me,” he grinned through bloodied teeth, his grin wide enough to split his face.
“Only so I donβt have to explain to everyone else why I let you die.”
“Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that.”
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who was always a little too muchβtoo fast, too loud, too bright. The kind of kid whose presence filled every corner of a room, whose schemes were impossible to ignore, and whose laugh could somehow make you feel both exhausted and alive.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who was the sun, burning at a temperature that shouldβve incinerated him, and you? You were the moon, distant and cold, orbiting him only because you didnβt mind the warmth.
“Youβre like a puppy,” you said once, watching him pace excitedly as he rattled off yet another harebrained scheme.
“Like a what?” He froze mid-step, his eyes wide with mock offense.
“A puppy. Annoying, loud, and too full of energy.”
“I am not annoying!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms out dramatically. “Iβm charming.“
“Sure you are.”
“And loud? Thatβs just passion!”
“Passionβs another word for obnoxious, you know.”
He gasped, clutching his chest like youβd stabbed him. “Take it back!”
“No.”
“Youβre heartless!”
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who was your partner in everything. You werenβt just two kids in a villageβyou were an unstoppable duo, a myth in the making. Climbing mountains to see if you could touch the clouds, sneaking into the elderβs home to steal forbidden scrolls, setting traps for monsters that only existed in bedtime stories.
“Youβre going to get us caught,” you whispered as he crouched beside the elderβs door, fiddling with the lock.
“Not if you keep watch,” he replied, grinning like this was the most fun heβd ever had.
“Keep watch? Iβm not an accomplice to your idiocy.”
“Too late. Youβre already here.”
“By force.”
“Uh-huh. And yet youβre still standing here, helping me.“
You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “I hate you sometimes.”
“Only sometimes? I must be doing something right!”
Everyone else thought he was insane, but you always followed. Not because you believed in his harebrained schemes, but because his chaos made you feel alive in a way you didnβt understand.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who was terrifyingly smart in ways that shouldnβt have been possible. He didnβt just think outside the box; he dismantled it, set it on fire, and then asked why it existed in the first place. He could weave together plans and schemes that made grown adults stammer in aweβor fear.
“Youβre going to blow us up one day,” you deadpanned as he rigged a trap out of nothing but twigs and string.
“Not βblow up,β” he corrected, his hands moving deftly. “Justβ¦ scare off the bad guys.”
“Bad guys? You mean the squirrels?“
“Theyβre shifty little things.”
“Youβre insane.”
“And yet, youβre still standing here.”
“To see how you plan to die this time.”
But he was also the same boy who fell into rivers because he forgot they were slippery, or who got stuck in a tree because he didnβt think about how heβd climb back down.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who, even as a child, hated the idea of losing you. He didnβt show it in ways youβd noticeβhe wasnβt clingy or possessive yetβbut heβd always insist on being there.
“You donβt have to follow me everywhere,” you grumbled one day, watching him trail behind you.
“Yeah, but what if something happens to you?” he said, grinning like it was a joke.
“Like what? Tripping on a rock?”
“You joke, but rocks are deadly.”
“Youβre impossible.”
“And youβre stuck with me.”
Wherever you went, whatever you did, he was there. Even when he got mad at you, even when you got mad at him, the idea of being apart was something neither of you could bear.
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β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who, as you both grew older, turned your childhood games into full-fledged adventures.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who always made sure you had his back, just as he had yours. It didnβt matter if you were facing bandits, cursed creatures, or labyrinths that seemed impossible to escapeβhe would always find a way to pull you through.
And youβd do the same for him, even when he tried to stop you. Especially when he tried to stop you.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who hated how you always put yourself in danger for him.
Whether it was throwing yourself in front of an attack, volunteering to distract enemies so he could escape, or using the last of your strength to save him, it drove him absolutely insane.
Heβd smile through gritted teeth, trying to play it off as his usual carefree self, but you could see the tightness in his jaw, the way his hands clenched into fists.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who started to argue with you more and more because of it.
At first, it was just teasing jabsββYou know, one day youβre going to get yourself killed pulling stunts like that.β
But when you kept doing it, his tone grew sharper, his words harsher. βDo you even care about your own life? Do you think Iβd just let you throw yourself away like that?!β
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who, despite his frustration, couldnβt stop you.
No matter how many times he argued, begged, or outright yelled at you to stop risking yourself, you always brushed him off with that infuriatingly calm logic of yours.
βIf I didnβt, youβd be dead. So whatβs the problem?β And every time you said it, he felt like his chest was going to explodeβpartly from anger, but mostly from fear.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who would never admit it, but the thought of losing you terrified him more than anything else in the world.
Heβd rather lose a limb, his powers, even his own mind, if it meant keeping you safe.
And the fact that you didnβt seem to value your life as much as he did made something dark and desperate coil in his chest.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who, during one of your worst arguments, snapped. His usual charm and humor vanished, replaced by raw, unfiltered rage.
βDo you think I need your sacrifices? That Iβm some helpless idiot who canβt survive without you throwing yourself in harmβs way? Iβm not weak, and I donβt want to watch you die for me, do you understand that?!β
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who stormed off after that, leaving you both in silence for hours, maybe even days.
But when he came back, he wasnβt angry anymore.
His voice was calm, his smile soft, but there was something unsettling about the way he looked at you, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you in case you disappeared.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who started to take more control over your adventures after that. Heβd laugh and joke like normal, but he always seemed to steer you away from the most dangerous paths, even if it meant taking longer to reach your destination.
And if you ever tried to put yourself in harmβs way again, heβd find a way to stop youβwhether it was with words, tricks, or, in the most extreme cases, outright forcing you to stay behind.
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β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who never thought he liked you as anything more than a best friend. You were his partner-in-crime, his constant, the only person who truly understood him. He couldnβt imagine his life without you, but that didnβt mean he liked you like that.
At least, thatβs what he told himself.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who felt something strange the first time you smiled at someone else like you smiled at him.
It was during one of your adventuresβa random stranger you helped along the way. They cracked a joke, and for the first time, you laughed. Not your usual quiet, wry chuckle, but something brighter, something real. He grinned along with you, but inside, something cold and heavy settled in his chest.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who didnβt understand why it bothered him so much when others got too close to you.
Youβd always been his.
Not in a romantic wayβjust in the way best friends were.
You were his partner, his moon, the person he trusted more than anyone.
But when someone else tried to share your attention, that bad feeling in his chest twisted into something darker.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who started noticing it more and more.
The way youβd listen to someone elseβs plans without questioning them, even though you always teased his. The way you didnβt hesitate to step between someone else and danger, even though you knew it would make him furious. The way your expression softened when you thought no one was watching, as if you never looked at him like that.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who told himself it was nothing, just a weird phase.
Maybe he was overthinking it.
He had no reason to be upset.
You were his best friendβyou werenβt going anywhere. But the more he thought about it, the more that thought didnβt feel like enough.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who started acting without realizing it. His smiles grew sharper when others talked to you, his words more cutting, his presence heavier. Heβd laugh it off when you called him out, waving his hand like it was all a joke, but deep down, he knew it wasnβt.
He just couldnβt figure out why.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who, during one of your adventures, snapped at you for the first time in a way that wasnβt about your safety.
It was something smallβsomeone you met on the road had complimented you, and youβd actually smiled back.
He didnβt know what came over him, but before he could stop himself, he was already muttering, βYouβre just going to smile at anyone now, huh? Whatβs next, inviting them to join us?β
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who immediately regretted it when you frowned and looked away. You didnβt argue back, didnβt tease him like usual. You just stayed quiet, which somehow felt worse than anything you couldβve said.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who started avoiding the subject entirely after that. He went back to his usual carefree selfβlaughing, joking, pulling you into more wild adventures.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who didnβt know why he felt this way until one night, while camping under the stars, he caught himself staring at you. The way the firelight flickered across your face, the way your usually emotionless eyes softened when you stared into the flames, the way you always sat close enough for him to feel your warmth but never closer.
Something in his chest ached, and for the first time, he realized why.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who didnβt want to admit it. Didnβt want to ruin what you had, didnβt want to think about what it might mean.
But he couldnβt stop himself from wondering. Wondering if anyone else could make you smile the way he did.
Wondering if anyone else could be your constant.
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β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who isnβt stupidβhe knows you donβt see him the way he sees you.
He can tell by the way you laugh around him, carefree and unguarded, like youβre sharing a joke with an older brother. By the way you roll your eyes at his antics, always more amused than annoyed.
By the way you lean on him, not like someone whoβs in love, but like someone who trusts him to always be there, no matter what.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who knows heβs just your best friend, the person who drags you on adventures and watches your back.
Nothing more, nothing less.
But that doesnβt stop the knot in his chest from tightening every time you treat him like something so casual.
Like heβs just another part of your world, instead of your entire world, the way you are to him.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who wonders sometimes if heβs being selfish, wanting more than what youβre already giving him. You let him into your life, trusted him in a way you trusted no one else. But it wasnβt enough.
It was never enough.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who pretends it doesnβt bother him, flashing his usual grin and cracking jokes whenever you call him out for being clingy.
βCan you blame me? Youβre my favorite person in the world! No one else even comes close.β But underneath the laughter, his mind is racing, twisting, plotting.
Because if you couldnβt love him the way he loved you, then heβd just have to make sure no one else could either.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who starts pushing the boundaries of your friendship without you even noticing.
Casual touches linger just a second too long, playful teasing takes on a sharper edge, and his protectiveness turns into something almost suffocating. If you notice, you donβt say anythingβmaybe because itβs easier to brush it off as just him being his usual self. But he knows better.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who tells himself itβs fine.
That he can wait. That youβll realize it eventually.
That youβll see no one else will ever understand you the way he does, no one else will ever protect you the way he does, no one else will ever love you the way he does.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who grows darker, quieter, when someone else gets too close to you. The usual charm and humor are still there, but thereβs something off about the way he smiles, too sharp and too cold.
He wonβt say anything at first, just watching, waiting, calculating.
But if they try to take you away, to pull you out of his orbit, thatβs when things start to unravel.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who starts isolating you without you even realizing it. Heβs the only one who can keep up with you, the only one who knows how to handle your quirks and your flaws.
The only one who will never leave you. He plants the idea so carefully, so subtly, that you donβt even question it.
Itβs just the way things are.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who knows, deep down, that you donβt love him the way he loves you.
Not yet, at least. But thatβs okay.
Because he doesnβt need your loveβhe just needs you.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who tells himself it doesnβt matter how long it takes. Days, months, yearsβitβs all the same to him.
Because in the end, youβll cave.
Youβll see that no one else could ever love you the way he does. That no one else could ever deserve you.
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β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who didnβt even realize how far gone he was until one day, when you were bathing, he accidentally walked in.
You didnβt scream, didnβt flinch, didnβt even care.
Just stared at him with those cold, emotionless eyes of yours and calmly said, βDoorβs unlocked.β
As if it was nothing.
As if the sight of your bare skin, the water sliding down your body, wouldnβt haunt him for the rest of his life.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who felt his breath catch in his throat, his usual wit failing him for once.
He laughed it off awkwardly, muttered some excuse about needing something, and stumbled out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
But the image of you was burned into his mind, refusing to fade no matter how hard he tried to shake it off.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who hated himself for it, hated how much his body reacted to you.
He wasnβt supposed to think about you like this, wasnβt supposed to feel this way.
But no matter how much he tried to fight it, the memory of you kept creeping back in, setting his skin on fire and making his heart race.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who found himself lying awake that night, your image replaying in his mind on an endless loop.
He could still see the way the water glistened on your skin, the way your hair clung to your shoulders, the way you looked at him so casually, so apathetically, as if you had no idea what you were doing to him.
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β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who youβve always seen as a goofy, harmless puppy.
Sure, heβs tall and muscularβtowering over most people effortlesslyβbut his easygoing attitude and boyish charm have always made him seem more like a loyal guard dog than anything remotely dangerous. Youβve never thought twice about sharing space with him, leaning on him, treating him like the oversized, overprotective best friend he appears to be.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who knows exactly what you think of him. He plays his part so well: the playful idiot, the one who makes you laugh when youβre down, the one who keeps you safe without asking for anything in return.
And while some parts of that are true, theyβre far from the whole story. Because the truth is, underneath that sunshine grin and those puppy-dog eyes, heβs not your harmless protector. Heβs something much darker, much more dangerous, and he hides it all so well.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who doesnβt just want youβhe wants to own you.
Every glance, every laugh, every little touch you give him fuels something primal inside of him, something he keeps locked away beneath layers of charm and wit. Did you think his broad shoulders and ripped physique were just for show?
That all those hours spent training, honing his body, were just about looking good? No. It was for you. Itβs always been for you. To keep you safe. To keep others away.
To ensure that when the time comes, no oneβnot even youβcould stop him from taking whatβs his.
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β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who goes home after a long day with you, his head swimming with the way your body brushed against his, the way your apathetic expression softened for just a second when you cracked one of your rare, sarcastic jokes.
Itβs unbearable, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his chest, and by the time heβs alone, heβs already burning up with the need for release.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who hates how much power you have over him. Hates how weak you make him feel when heβs wrapped around your little finger, playing the role of your goofy best friend when all he really wants is to pin you down and make you look at him differentlyβto see him not as your protector, but as something darker.
Someone who could ruin you in ways youβve never even imagined.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who locks himself in his room, leaning back against the door with a sharp exhale, his muscles tight with tension.
The second his hand dips into his waistband, itβs like a dam breaking. He doesnβt even try to fight it anymore. His mind goes straight to youβhow youβd feel, how youβd sound, how youβd look beneath him, your apathetic mask cracking under the weight of his touch.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who starts slow, dragging his hand lazily over his length as he pictures the way youβd squirm beneath him, trying to keep your composure. He knows youβd fight him at firstβof course you wouldβbut he also knows how easily youβd give in if he played his cards right.
How easily he could shatter your walls and make you depend on him, need him, the way he needs you.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who whispers your name under his breath, his voice rough with desperation as his strokes grow faster, harder, more erratic.
His mind races with all the things he wants to do to you, all the ways he wants to mark you, claim you, destroy you so completely that no one else could ever have you the way he does.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who bites his lip to muffle the low, guttural sounds escaping his throat, his free hand gripping the edge of his desk so tightly his knuckles turn white.
He pictures you underneath him, tears welling in your eyes as you try to push him away, only to melt under his touch. The thought makes his head spin, and his hips jerk up involuntarily as he chases his release.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who finally spills with a choked groan, your name falling from his lips like a broken prayer. The pleasure rips through him like a tidal wave, leaving him trembling and breathless, his body taut with the intensity of it.
But as the high fades, a darker satisfaction settles over him, mixed with a burning hunger that refuses to be quenched.
β‘ Yandere! Best Friend who leans back against the wall, wiping a hand over his face as he catches his breath.
He feels no guilt, no shameβonly a gnawing desire for more.
Because this isnβt enough. Itβll never be enough.
He wants you for real, not just in the dark recesses of his mind.
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You lay there, the soft, rhythmic sound of your breathing the only thing that pierced the quiet of the night. The warmth of the small, candlelit room was comforting, a stark contrast to the cold, dark woods outside the village walls.
You were nestled in your bed, the soft fabric of your nightgown clinging to your body as you drifted in and out of consciousness, your dreams filled with the excitement of the adventures you and your best friend had shared throughout the years.
Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were fixated on your form, his gaze hungry and possessive. He’d been watching you for hours, his thoughts growing darker with every passing minute.
He knew you didn’t see him the way he saw you, but that was a problem that could be rectified.
He took a deep breath, his hand moving to the bulge in his pants, and whispered to himself, “Mine. You’re always mine.” His grip tightened as he began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving your peaceful face.
The sound of his zipper was the only disturbance in the stillness, and he felt his heart pound in his chest as he grew harder at the thought of you, his untouchable moon.
“Sleep tight, fucktoy,” he murmured, a twisted smile playing on his lips, “because when you wake up, you’ll finally know who you truly belong to.”
The tension grew palpable as his strokes grew quicker, his breathing becoming ragged and erratic. He was lost in his own twisted fantasy, imagining the way your eyes would widen in shock and fear as you awoke to find him there, invading your personal space, claiming what he believed was rightfully his.
“You think you can ignore me?” he whispered harshly, the anger and frustration in his voice barely contained.
“You think I don’t notice when you laugh with others, when you let them touch you?” His hand moved faster, his teeth clenched in determination. “You’re mine, and you always will be. I’ll make sure of it.”
His eyes roved over your body, lingering on the curve of your hip, the swell of your breasts, and the delicate line of your neck. The urge to reach out and touch you, to mark you in some way, was almost overwhelming.
But no, not yet.
The anticipation was too sweet.
He sat on the edge of the bed, the soft mattress groaning slightly under his weight. The room was suffocating in its darkness, only the flickering candle on the bedside table casting dancing shadows across your peaceful face.
He could see the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the soft sound of your breaths echoing in the quiet space. It was a sound he’d become all too familiar with, a sweet melody that lulled him into a sense of security and power.
His hand moved under the covers, the fabric of his own trousers straining against his growing arousal. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his breaths even as he touched himself.
His eyes never left you, studying every curve and line of your body as if he could burn the image into his mind. You were so close, yet so far away. It was infuriating, a constant reminder of what wasn’t his.
Yet.
He corrected the thought in his head with a smirk.
You were his, had always been his, even if you didn’t know it yet.
He’d make sure of it.
His hand stroked faster, the wet sounds of his self-indulgence seeming too loud in the otherwise silent room. He couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of triumph as he watched your chest rise and fall, oblivious to the dark desires that swirled around you like a tempest.
“Bitchy cumdump,” he murmured under his breath, the word a vile whisper that seemed to hang in the air like a curse.
“Rape slut.” He liked those names, the way they painted a picture of you that was so much moreβ¦ palatable than the cold, untouchable moon you portrayed to him.
But you could also be warm, alive, full of passion and fire, and he knew it.
He just hadn’t figured out how to make you burn for him alone.
His hand stroked himself roughly, his eyes never leaving your sleeping form. You had your back to him, the soft curves of your body hidden beneath the thin fabric of your nightgown.
It was almost translucent, revealing the shadowy outline of your curves, your skin so pale it seemed to glow in the moonlight filtering through the window.
His eyes roved over you greedily, taking in every detail, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay beneath that delicate exterior.
He reached out with his other hand, the one not busy with his own desires, and traced a line down your spine.
You shifted slightly, a soft sigh escaping your lips, but you remained asleep. The sound of his own breath grew heavier, his strokes more frantic as he felt the heat of your body through the fabric.
“Mine,” he whispered again, his voice low and guttural.
It was a promise, a vow that echoed in the quiet of the room, a declaration of war against anyone who dared to claim you.
His breath hitched as he reached the peak of his desire, his hand moving faster and faster as he thought of claiming you, making you his in every way possible.
With a low, primal growl, he came, his seed spilling onto the bed sheets.
The warmth and wetness of his release brought him back to reality, his hand slowing as he stared at the evidence of his obsession with you.
His heart raced in his chest, a heady mix of longing and satisfaction coursing through his veins. He had never felt so alive, so powerful, so⦠right.
He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes still glued to your form. You hadn’t stirred, hadn’t woken up.
It was like you were a doll, a perfect creation made just for his amusement.
He felt a twisted sense of pride that you hadn’t noticed his depravity, that his need for you was so strong it could only be expressed in the dark when you were at your most vulnerable.
But that would change.
Oh, how it would change.
As he withdraws his hand from the warmth of his climax, he was careful not to disturb you, his eyes lingering on the soft rise and fall of your chest. He reaches for a cloth beside the bed to clean up the mess heβs made, his mind racing with thoughts of what heβll do next to claim you fully.
Heβs always been the one to watch over you, the one to save you, the one who understands you better than anyone else.
But now, itβs no longer enough to just be your best friend.
He reaches under his bed, his hand brushing against the cold, rough fabric of a hidden bag.
The zipper whispers open, revealing an assortment of morally questionable items: ropes, gags, handcuffs, and a few bottles of clear liquid with handwritten labels. The scent of leather and something elseβsomething darkerβwafts out, mingling with the stale air of the room.
His breath hitches as he runs his fingers over the contents, feeling the weight of each item. They’re tools of his obsession, tokens of the future he’s crafting in his twisted mind.
His eyes flicker back to you, sleeping so peacefully, so utterly unaware of what’s to come.
He pulls out a syringe from the bag, the cold metal glinting in the moonlight.
With practiced hands, he fills it with a pink liquid, the viscous substance swirling within the glass tube like a trapped, desperate thing.
It’s a potion of his own making, something that would ensure that when the time came, you’d be too compliant to resist him.
He’s not a complete monsterβhe doesn’t want to take you by force, not yet at least.
But he knows that the path to your heart is paved with fear and obedience.
He rolls the plunger between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the liquid warm against his skin. The anticipation of using it on you makes his breath catch.
He watches you sleep, the fabric of your nightgown clinging to your body like a second skin. His eyes trace the gentle curves of your breasts and the way your hips dip before flaring out, the shadow between your thighs taunting him with what lies beneath.
The urge to claim you fully is overwhelming, but he reminds himself that patience is key.
Instead, he allows his gaze to linger, his hands straying to the syringe filled with his homemade potionβa blend of aphrodisiac and sedative that would make you pliable in his hands. He imagines pushing it into your soft flesh, watching as the liquid fills you, turning you into a vessel of his desires.
He reaches out with trembling hands, his breath shallow and ragged with anticipation. His fingertips graze the soft fabric of your nightgown, tracing the line of your slit, feeling the heat radiating from your body. You stir slightly in your sleep, but do not wake, oblivious to the violation he’s about to commit. He gently parts the fabric, exposing your bare skin to the cool air of the room.
He takes one of the syringes filled with his potion and holds it up to the moonlight, admiring the way the liquid shimmers. “Soon, you’ll be mine,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper, thick with lust and possession.
He brings the needle closer, poised at the entrance of your pussy, savoring the moment. “And no one will ever be able to take you from me.”
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