𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑺 ⋆ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑺

☆ Jealous . > YANDERE!FRANCIS x READER <

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TW ,, MENTIONS OF BLOOD , AND POSSESSIVENESS , IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW !

Francis was a man of very little words, talking very little when he wants to or is forced to. But when he is around you, it's a whole different story.

" {Name},, you really don't need to,, do this. "
He'd say, as you button up his shirt for him. He doesn't see why you need to do this, when he can just as easily do it himself.

" 'Cause I want to, Francis. "
You tell him, and he sighs and looks away. He watched you button it up, and once you were done, you look up at him and smile. He sighs again and smiles back at you, before putting a hand to your cheek and kissing your forehead.

" Thank you, my dear. I'll see you after work. "
And with that, he walks off to work.

- Later ,, -

During work, Francis sees you with a friend of yours, and since he did not know this friend, his anger spikes.  He usually knew a lot of your friends, but he never saw this one nor did he deliver milk to them. He watched as you laugh with them, as you joke with them, etc.

Francis feels jealous. He feels like he's being replaced. He should be the only one to make you laugh, to make you smile. He stares at you two, just watching. You could feel his eyes on you, but you didn't know he was there. He just stared at you two, glaring daggers at the person you were with.

He doesn't understand why he feels so angry, but he gets in his van and drives to the next place he delivers milk to, just to try and get his mind off it. But he can't. He doesn't know whether or not he should feel this way. But he just drives off, trying to forget it.

- Later ,, -

When he gets home, he's exhausted. He comes home from a long day at work. He walked into the apartment, covered in dirt, accidentally spilled milk, and blood.

You look at him with shock, and back away.
" F-Francis,,? What is that..? "
You ask him, and he looks at you with his tired eyes.

" It's Scarlet Milk, my dear. It's just something new we're trying at the factory. "
He says, making it sound believable. He walks over to you and slowly wraps his arms around you.

" ... I missed you today. "
He tells you, and you are shaking, but you hug him back, a small bit of fear in your voice.

" You did,,? "
You ask, and he slowly nods as he rests his head on your shoulder.

" I very much so did. Tomorrow, I think I'll ask to be home, just so I can have you, and only you. "
He says, a hint of aggression in his tone. You were his, only his.

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