𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 !? ♡ [BL]

⟢ 01 . *

( warnings! 💬 ) as this is a yandere x reader, there will be darker themes, such as violence,  obsessive behavior, manipulation, and so on. from this point onwards, there will be no more warnings, except for chapters that have a more explicit tendency. thank you. 

* this chapter has been revised.

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In hindsight, you should've turned down the offer.

It wasn't as if you were short of clients. Far from it, it seemed that murder was hot on the market nowadays. People blindingly lined up for your services, like ambling lambs to the slaughter.

Then again, you couldn't blame them. It was in their nature. Humanity, boiled down, was simply greed, greed that sprouted malice. Hatred was a poisonous seed planted into every human heart and birth. What idiots: they'd throw you however much you desired, skins clammy with the sweat of their sins.

Kill this, kill that. It had grown repetitive, but a job was a job, and a client was a client. The consequences of your actions were certainly none of your concern.

"Dispose of the second prince."

So, they were targeting royals now? It wasn't as if the blood spilled in the fight for the crown was anything secret, but you'd rather not get dragged into it. Awfully cliché plots dictated that imperial families simply couldn't live in harmony.

Well, at the very least, your commissioner had disguised themselves in a veil and robes that revealed nothing, so they couldn't be all that stupid. Idiotic, yes, but not terribly so.

Naturally, execution for treason wasn't tempting. It wasn't the job itself that led you to accept it, but perhaps one could call it déjà vu. There was hatred in that voice of theirs, muffled behind layers of cloth, but bearing that fire all the same. You'd heard it before, in your past, that same breed of absolute loathing. 

Curious, how curious.

A pretty penny, for just one head — who were you to refuse? An excuse to satisfy your own curiosities was something rather impossible to deny.

What was that saying? You'd heard it somewhere, spoken in a chiding tone.

Oh, right.

Curiosity killed the cat.

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"Ah, look what the cat dragged in."

"Y-You fucker...!"

"Oh, the audacity! I'm the fucker? Mind you, I was having quite the fine time before you barged in and ruined my night, thank you very much."

This couldn't be right. You weren't foolish enough to rush a task without collecting ample information first. The target had been classified as "simple", and the concealment "open", a form of categorization developed in the organization. Given that the assassination was to be semi-known and that you were given a timeslot of five days, the most surefire methods of drugging or staging accidents weren't feasible. Even so, with the second prince's rumored lamb-like, weak, gentle, and soft-hearted nature, the task should've been fulfilled the moment you glided the blade across his supple skin — severing both jugular and carotid blood vessels on both sides of the windpipe.