Yandere Tales (Male Reader)

Yandere Mafia Boss (Scarlette)

Y/n had just gotten out of college and soon bought himself a small studio apartment where he lived while he continued to job hunt. Y/n would walk through the streets of the city going into stores and cafes asking and looking for jobs, but none came through.

One day while Y/n was returning home from trying to find a job he would suddenly get a phone call from an unknown number. He looks at the number before deciding to finally answer it.

"Hello?" Y/n said, holding the phone up to his ear. Suddenly a woman's voice was heard on the other end.

"Have another bad day?" Y/n looks around confused but responds hesitantly.

"Um, yeah."

"My poor, Y/n." The woman said in a sorrowful voice. "You don't have to worry anymore." Y/n's ears perk up as he looks around to make sure he isn't being watched. Just then, Y/n feels a sudden sting on his neck. Raising his hand to feel it, he grabs hold of a tranquilizer dart lodged in and pulls it out of his skin. Y/n's vision begins to fog as well as his body getting weaker. Slowly losing his consciousness, he hears the woman's voice from his phone again.

"See you soon, darling." She starts giggling as Y/n falls to the ground fully unconscious now. Her laughs soon became echoes as the last thing Y/n sees is a group of masked men come up and grab him by the arms. They drag him off and throw him into a van, speeding away.

For what felt like hours, Y/n slowly began to open his eyes up again. The first thing that came to Y/n's vision was the dark room that he was in. The room would've been pitch black if it wasn't for the small amount of light coming through from under the door that stood out in front of Y/n. He was also tied to a chair with a rope that started to dig into his skin.

With the little light he had, Y/n looked around the room and noticed it to be a sort of basement. There were cleaning supplies and other unused household items. Besides the stuff he saw and the wretched smell that filled the room, Y/n could tell he was in a basement. While looking, Y/n sees something on the ground that fills him with hope.

There, sitting not far from him, was a rusty knife. Y/n started to nudge his chair closer to the knife, close enough to touch it with his feet. Finally, he got a good, firm grip on the blade with his feet and began thinking of how to get it behind his back and into his hands. That's when he sees some boxes to his left. Y/n then started to move his chair once again so he could set the knife on the boxes with the handle sticking out.

It takes some time but Y/n manages to place the knife onto the boxes with its handle sticking out for him to grab. Finally, Y/n started to turn his chair around so that he could grab the knife with his hands. Beads of his sweat dripped down his forehead as he started aligning himself with the boxes the knife was placed on.

Suddenly though Y/n stopped as the sound of talking and walking was heard just outside the room he was in. The shadows of figures could be seen from under the door. Y/n holds his breath, not moving a muscle trying not to make a sound. The room being so quiet Y/n could hear the sweat from his face drip onto the floor. After some time the people outside start walking away. Y/n breathes a breath of relief before returning back to aligning himself with the boxes once more. Only this time something was missing. The little, hopeful, rusty knife he had placed on the boxes was now gone.

"Very clever, my love..." A familiar woman's voice called out from the darkness somewhere in the room. Y/n's skin prickles as a sense of fear washes over his body. Y/n keeps his head aimed low but tries to look around the dark room to see where the woman is.

"Behind you," she whispered into Y/n's ear, sending chills down his spine. She then turns on a light above Y/n, making him squint. After getting adjusted, he sees a little better at his surroundings. However, the only thing that catches his attention is the figure of the woman standing out in front of him. She was beautiful. Wearing a black suit with its sleeves rolled up, revealing a distinctive insignia tattoo on her forearm, and her black hair that ran out over her shoulder.