Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 24 - Meet

I woke up with a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. Today was the day I had been eagerly anticipating, and I couldn't wait to see it unfold. As I prepared to embark on this momentous occasion, Chris, my ever-present companion, trailed behind me.

"Can't I do this alone?" I inquired, turning to face him with a hint of reluctance.

"You're never alone," he reassured me with a warm smile, his presence offering a sense of comfort amidst my nerves.

Determined to face the day head-on, I pushed aside my reservations and ventured inside. Upon arrival, I was greeted by a woman who appeared to be expecting me.

"Hi, your teacher has said a lot of things about you," she remarked, her tone carrying a mix of curiosity and admiration.

"Oh, has she?" I responded, trying to mask my nerves with a casual demeanor as I followed her inside.

Over the course of the next few hours, I engaged in discussions and meetings that left me feeling exhilarated and invigorated. Each conversation brought new insights and opportunities, fueling my passion even further.

Returning home later that day, I couldn't contain my excitement. "That was so fun!" I exclaimed, unable to suppress the urge to jump up and down in sheer joy.

"That's so great, let's go to a movie," he suggested, breaking the silence with a proposal.

Without hesitation, we found ourselves in a dimly lit theater, the screen flickering with images that held our attention only momentarily. It wasn't until he pulled me closer that the atmosphere shifted, becoming charged with an unexpected intensity.

"You know, I watched this movie over 20 times when I found out you loved it," he confessed, his voice low and intimate.

"Wait, what?" I murmured, caught off guard by his revelation.

"Over 20 times, trying to find out why you loved it so much," he reiterated, his gaze unwavering.

"Well, I love it because it's a classic and it's comforting. I first watched it in high school," I explained, my mind racing to comprehend the significance of his words.

"High school, huh? Do you think we would have known each other back then?" he pondered aloud, his tone laced with curiosity.

"Nah, I wasn't into guys then," I replied, recalling a time when my priorities were vastly different.

"What were you into?" he probed, his interest piqued.

"I don't know, mainly writing," I confessed, feeling a pang of nostalgia for the days when my aspirations were simpler.

"You know, I molded myself to be like the main character. If we had met back then, when I really didn't have a filter, I would have definitely scared you off," he admitted, his tone tinged with a hint of mischief.

"How so?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued by his cryptic confession.

With a gentle touch, he grasped my face, guiding my gaze to meet his own. "I just love the thought of seeing you so... vulnerable... shaking... crying," he whispered, his words sending a shiver down my spine as his tongue darted out to moisten his lips, leaving me reeling with a mixture of fascination and apprehension.