Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 21 - Promise

As I came face to face with him, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. His usual confident demeanor seemed replaced by an air of unease, his eyes darting around nervously as if he had something to hide.

"You make me sick," I spat, my voice tinged with a mixture of anger and disgust. His expression remained unreadable, a mask of indifference concealing any hint of emotion.

"I know I do," he sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Despite his casual demeanor, there was a flicker of something in his eyes – a hint of regret, perhaps, or maybe just resignation.

As he took a step forward, I instinctively backed away, a surge of apprehension coursing through me. His lips curled into a sardonic smile at my reaction.

"Don't tell me you fear me," he taunted, the smirk widening on his face.

"Very," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly as I held my ground, refusing to show any weakness.

His expression shifted, a brief flash of surprise crossing his features before it was replaced by a bitter laugh. "I can't believe this... all that work for nothing," he muttered, his frustration palpable in the air between us.

"What work? The work to trick me?" I shot back, my voice laden with a mixture of anger and betrayal. The weight of his deception hung heavily between us, shattering the fragile trust we had once shared.

"I didn't trick you. I just really didn't want to show you the real me," he responded, his voice strained with emotion. His eyes flickered with regret, a shadow of vulnerability crossing his features.

"The sick you," I snapped, the bitterness of his deception piercing through me like a dagger. The realization that I had been manipulated gnawed at me, fueling my anger.

"Please, let me explain," he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation, as if clinging to the hope of redemption.

"No," I countered sharply, my resolve hardening against any attempts at justification.

"You're making it really hard to stick to my promise, and I'm really regretting it," he confessed, his words heavy with remorse, each syllable weighted with the burden of his deception.

"Fine," I relented begrudgingly, though my distrust lingered like a dark cloud over our conversation, casting a shadow of doubt over his sincerity.

"I didn't mean to trick you. It's just... I knew you wouldn't like me very much if you saw how I actually act," he confessed, his voice trembling with vulnerability. The admission hung in the air, an unspoken plea for forgiveness, as he awaited my response.

"And?" I demanded, my voice sharp with accusation, as I awaited his explanation, searching for a shred of sincerity in his words amidst the wreckage of our shattered trust.

"And I decided one day to just do it. It wasn't supposed to go on for so long, I promise," he rushed to explain, his words tumbling out in a torrent of remorse and regret.

Despite the gravity of his confession, uncertainty lingered in the air, leaving the fragile remnants of our relationship hanging in the balance.

"You killed someone," I said, the weight of the accusation hanging heavy in the air, my voice trembling with shock and horror.

"She was useless," he replied callously, his words like a cold blade cutting through the silence, devoid of any remorse or regret.

"You make me sick," I spat, my disgust palpable as I recoiled from him, a mixture of anger and revulsion churning in my gut.

"Wait, please don't go. Don't leave me. I'll change, I swear," he pleaded, desperation lacing his voice, his eyes pleading for mercy.

"And how do you plan on changing?" I demanded, my skepticism evident as I searched his face for any sign of sincerity.

"I'll be normal," he insisted, though his words sounded hollow against the backdrop of his dark deeds.

"You're not normal," I retorted, the truth of his aberrant behavior hanging heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the darkness that lurked within him.

"I can try to be, for you," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion as he dropped to his knees before me, a pitiful figure begging for forgiveness and redemption amidst the wreckage of his shattered morality.

Lost in a tempest of conflicting emotions, I stood there, grappling with indecision. His plea pierced the heavy silence, his voice trembling with raw emotion, pleading for salvation amidst the chaos of our fractured relationship.

I found myself trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, uncertainty clouding my thoughts. "Please... please don't leave me," he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation.