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GENDER NEUTRAL
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Sure, he was the sweetest, kindest, most loving boyfriend you could ever ask for, but sometimes he did questionable things.
Like the time you two went to the beach together, and some man catcalled you. Most boyfriends would be protective, and so was Wilbur. It was just the way he was protective over you. He wouldn't let go of your hand after that, having to have reassurance that you were his and only his. In the middle of the night the same day, he slipped out of your hotel room without knowing you were awake and came back early the next morning, in a much better mood. He still had no idea you knew about that.
Or the time you made friends with someone at work and told Wilbur about it. He seemed happy, but the next day he came to visit you at work, saying he wanted to "get to know your new friend". Your new friend quit the same day for seemingly no reason and refused to give you their contact info. Surely a coincidence, right?
You paused. To think of it, you hadn't really gone out with anyone except Wilbur.
"Something wrong?" he asked, wrapping his arms around you.
"Just-just thinking..." you sighed. "Uh, so I haven't really hung out with anyone but you recently. I was wondering why."
"Because they're awful friends," he answered simply, smiling. "And all you need is me anyway."
You shook your head, reaching for your phone, only to have Wilbur take it from you, holding it high above your head. "You don't need your phone. I'm here."
"Wilbur, you're being weird, I want my phone." You strained to reach it, rolling your eyes when he held it even higher.
"You don't need it."
"Wilbur, give me my phone!"
He blinked down at you, lowering his arm, and you smiled, palm open for him to place it on. Instead of doing so, Wilbur slammed his hand down onto the table, smashing your phone screen into pieces, doing it another time after that as if to prevent it from working ever again. You wrestled it from his hands, gazing at it in shock, the screen hanging from the phone by a single piece of plastic.
"Oops." He shrugged his shoulders, cuddling you again.
"My phone..."
"You don't need it," he said casually, for what seemed like the fiftieth time, and you clenched your fists, trying to escape his arms. Holding on tighter, he refused to let you leave, watching you struggle against him instead.
"Wilbur, what is wrong with you?"
"You don't need anything else other than me." His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion, and you shivered, an uneasy feeling washing over you.
"W-Wilbur?"
"You're not leaving." His grip tightened on you again, almost to the point where you couldn't breathe. "You're mine, you've always been mine."
You shook your head, panic rising. "Wilbur, please-"
He rummaged in his pocket, pulling out a locket. Squinting, you realised the contents of it wasn't a sentimental photo of you two, but instead a lock of hair, clearly chopped from your own head. "When did you-"
"The first day I saw you. I knew you were going to be mine."
Head reeling, you looked up, seeing your boyfriend smiling at you-since when was his smile so unhinged?
"You're mine, Y/N. Forever and ever."
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(I find it so funny that my most controversial chapter is my "yandere" preference chapter, simply because of Wilbur's part in it lmao. It has the most comments out of any chapter just because Wilbur has some of your hair-I didn't realise people would hate that so much lol)
