Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 55 - Frustration

The next morning, I woke up on the couch, wrapped in Chris's arms. His embrace was warm, and for a moment, it felt so nice, so safe, that I almost forgot the strange undercurrent from the night before. I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and looked out the window.

The sun was shining brightly, its rays reflecting off the blinding snow that had piled up overnight. The storm had left a pristine, white world in its wake.

Chris groaned softly, pulling me closer and nuzzling my neck. He pressed a gentle kiss to my skin, then slowly raised his head, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"Morning, darling," he whispered, his voice husky with sleep.

"Morning, baby," I muttered back, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the sense of unease that still lingered.

Chris climbed off the couch and disappeared into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with a tray of breakfast—scrambled eggs, toast, and steaming cups of coffee. We ate in comfortable silence, the only sounds the crackle of the fire and the occasional clink of silverware. I made a mental note to rewrite some old stories I had shelved; maybe the distraction would help me stay grounded.

"Darling?" Chris's voice broke through my thoughts.

"Yes?" I looked up from my plate, meeting his gaze.

"Remember those rules I mentioned?" he asked, his tone deceptively casual.

"Of course," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. He had been quite clear about them: stay inside, don't contact anyone, and trust him.

"I'm serious about them," he said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes locking onto mine with a newfound intensity.

"I know," I assured him, though a chill ran down my spine. The rules had seemed odd, but manageable.

Now, there was an edge to his voice that made me wary.

He gazed at me for a long moment, his expression serious. "What is it?" I asked, unable to keep the tension out of my voice.

"I'm adding a few more," he said, his tone firm.

"Okay," I said, trying to hide my apprehension. "What are they?"

"One, no touching yourself," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "Two, no hiding anything from me. And three..." He paused, a strange, almost gleeful glint in his eyes. "You'll see soon enough."

I blinked, taken aback by the last rule. "But I haven't really done any of these things," I protested, confusion creeping into my voice.

"Not yesterday, darling," he said, leaning closer. "But something was on your mind. What was it?"

I hesitated, my mind racing to find a plausible explanation. "Uh..."

"Uh, what?" he pressed, his voice soft but insistent.

"Well," I began, grasping at the first thing that came to mind, "I was thinking about Jake's disappearance."

"And?" he prompted, his gaze unwavering.

"And I was thinking about the fact that, uh... people have started to treat me differently," I mumbled, hoping the mix of truth and half-lies would satisfy him.

Chris seemed caught off guard for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. He gazed at me further, as if trying to gauge whether I was lying. The seconds stretched on, each one amplifying my anxiety.

Was he buying it?

Or had I just dug myself deeper into whatever twisted game he was playing?