Youβre a Pervert, and Heβs in Denial.
β‘ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.
β‘ Word Count. 552
β‘ A/N. I’ll be busy the next two weeks (maybe even more) because of IRL work. So, best I can do for now is short posts, hope you guys understand. Sorry. π¦
β‘ Yandere! Neurosurgeon who thrives on precision, each movement of his hands deliberate, each decision calculated. Who finds the human mind fascinating, but yours? Yours defies logic. A synaptic chaos he canβt diagram or dissect, no matter how many sleepless nights heβs spent trying.
β‘ Yandere! Neurosurgeon whoβs used to control. In his operating room, life and death dangle by his fingertips. But you? Youβre an anomaly. A ticking time bomb he canβt defuse, yet canβt stop watching, studying, obsessing over.
β‘ Yandere! Neurosurgeon who first saw you in his hospitalβs waiting room, sitting cross-legged and flipping through a medical textbook. Not reading it, noβthat wouldβve been normal. No, you were licking the pages.
βDo you think the paperβs laced with formaldehyde? Mmm. Tastes like it.β Youβd grinned, teeth flashing too wide, too eager, as his face betrayed the faintest hint of a grimace.
He shouldβve left it there. He shouldβve called security. Instead, he let you in. Let you talk. Let you creep under his skin.
Now, youβre everywhere. Every shift, every night, every damn corner of his mind.
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He watches you from across the room, gloves bloody from the latest surgery. The smell of iron and antiseptic lingers between you two, the only barrier keeping his composure intact.
βYouβre so clean,β you muse, tilting your head like an animal studying prey. βI bet your insides are neat, too. Likeβ¦ compartmentalized. I wonder if your brain matches.β
His lips press into a line. A thousand responses coil in his throat, none making it past the tight noose of his self-restraint. Youβre joking, surely. You always are. But it doesnβt stop the shiver crawling down his spine, the phantom sensation of your hypothetical scalpel dragging across his scalp.
βYouβre disgusting,β he finally manages, voice flat.
βAnd youβre intrigued,β you purr, leaning in close enough for him to smell the faint metallic tang of blood on your breath. Did you bite your lip again? Or worseβsomeone elseβs?
He steps back. You step forward.
βYouβre so boring, Doctor. Soβ¦ orderly. Donβt you ever wonder what itβs like to break something? I do.β Your smile widens, sharp and unhinged. βLike you.β
His stomach churns, but his pulse quickens. A part of himβthe part he loathes mostβcanβt stop imagining what youβd look like broken. Laid out on his table, all your twisted, perverse thoughts spilled open for him to finally understand.
Heβs dissected hundreds of brains, mapped neural networks with precision no one else could match. But he knows, with bone-deep certainty, that yours would drive him mad.
And he hatesβhatesβhow much he wants to try.
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β‘ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology
β‘ Book 2. πForbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.
β‘ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I’d Burn the World.
β‘ Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.
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