
βYouβre so naive,β he muses, towering over your crumpled form.
βDid you think Iβd just let you walk away?β He crouches, muscles flexing as he grips your chin, forcing your tear-streaked face upward.
βSugar, Iβve spent years planning this. Watching. Waiting. Crafting the perfect moment to take you.β
His voice drips with condescension, every word like a venomous kiss.
βYou think this is a game?β His laugh is sharp, cruel. βIt is. But Iβm the only one who gets to win.β He leans closer, his lips brushing your ear.
βAnd you? Youβre my prize.β
β Yandere! Nerd
β From A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology