When A Villain Falls [Yandere Villain x Hero]

Chapter 34 - The Dinner

The dining room was disturbingly elegant, a stark contrast to the twisted nature of my captivity. The long, ornate table was set with fine china and gleaming silverware, the kind of setup you'd expect in a high-end restaurant, not deep underground in some madman's lair.

The chandelier overhead bathed the room in a warm, almost cozy light, but there was nothing comforting about this place.

I sat stiffly at one end of the table, trying to appear calm even though my nerves were frayed. Plague sat across from me, unnervingly composed, his every movement deliberate, calculated. 

The clinking of silverware against porcelain was the only sound that filled the room—an eerie silence that only seemed to heighten the tension.

The food was immaculate, of course.

A perfectly cooked steak rested on my plate, and though I hadn't eaten properly in days, I could barely bring myself to touch it. My stomach churned with a mix of anxiety and disgust.

How could he possibly expect me to sit here, to dine with him as if we were equals—as if we were anything close to normal?

I forced myself to take a bite, chewing mechanically as I tried to avoid his intense gaze. But his eyes never left me. He stared, unblinking, as if I were some kind of puzzle he was trying to solve, 

or worse...

a possession he was determined to claim.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, I snapped,

"Why on earth are you staring at me?"

Plague's lips quirked into a slow, amused smile. He leaned back in his chair, the shadows dancing across his sharp features as he took a languid sip from his wine glass.

"Is it so wrong of me to stare at art? Marvel at the angel that has fallen from the sky?" His voice was soft, reverent almost, but there was something darker lurking beneath the words.

I rolled my eyes, refusing to be drawn into his delusions.

"Yes, you creep."

His laughter was sudden, echoing through the room like a crack of thunder. It was a cackle that sent a chill down my spine, the sound of a man who had long since lost touch with any sense of normalcy or reason. 

He snapped his fingers, and almost instantly, two silent figures appeared at his side, whisking away the plates of food as if they had been waiting in the shadows all along.

"You're just as sharp-tongued as ever," he mused, still grinning as he watched the servants clear the table. "Your humor is always something I loved about you."

"Yeah, well, that makes one of us," I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms and sinking further into my chair.

His compliments, if you could call them that, felt more like veiled threats. Every word he spoke was laced with a possessiveness that made my skin crawl.

He sighed, almost theatrically, as though my resistance was merely an inconvenience to him.

"You always were stubborn," he said, tilting his head slightly as if studying me from a new angle. "That fiery spirit is what drew me to you in the first place."

I bit my lip, refusing to engage. The last thing I wanted was to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. But his gaze was relentless, his eyes scanning every inch of me as if searching for a crack in my armor.

"You're not going to break me," I said finally, my voice steady despite the turmoil roiling in my chest. "I won't be some piece in your twisted game, Joey."

He flinched ever so slightly at the use of his real name, but the mask of calm slipped back into place almost immediately.

"Break you? No, my dear Y/N... I have no desire to break you. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want to elevate you. To help you see what I see."

I shook my head, my hands gripping the edge of the table until my knuckles turned white.

"What you see is madness. There's no other way to explain it."

Plague leaned forward then, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race.

"Madness?" he echoed softly, his voice dripping with disdain. "Madness is this world we live in. The chaos, the corruption, the decay. I am the solution, Y/N. The only one with the strength to change it, to mold it into something new—something better."

"And you think ruling by fear and violence will make it better?" I shot back, my voice rising despite my best efforts to stay calm. "That's not strength, Joey. That's tyranny."

He laughed again, but this time the sound was darker, more dangerous.

"You think I enjoy the violence?" he asked, his voice low and cold. "You think I relish the chaos? No... it is simply a means to an end. A necessary evil to rid this city of its disease."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and for a moment, I could see the depth of his delusion—the twisted logic that had led him down this dark path.

He truly believed that what he was doing was right, that his actions were justified by some greater purpose. And yet, there was still that flicker of something deeper, something more personal in the way he looked at me.

"It's not just about the city, is it?" I asked quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper. "This... obsession. It's about me, too."

Plague's eyes darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might deny it. But instead, he simply leaned back in his chair, his gaze never wavering from mine.

"Of course it's about you," he said softly, almost as if he were confessing a great secret. "You were always the one thing I couldn't control. The one light in the darkness I couldn't extinguish."

I swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a vice. This wasn't just about power or control—it was about something far more twisted. Plague didn't just want to rule the city. He wanted to possess me, to make me his queen in this nightmarish kingdom he was building.

And the worst part? 

Some small part of him believed it was love.

"You're wrong," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. "You don't love me, Joey. You don't even know what love is anymore."

His smile faded, and for a brief, terrifying moment, I saw the true depth of his obsession. His eyes burned with something dark and all-consuming, something that went far beyond simple desire or even madness.

"You will understand, in time," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "You will see that this is the only way. That we are destined to be together, to rule together."

I shook my head, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes.

"No," I said firmly, my voice gaining strength. "I will never be a part of this. Never."

Plague stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he rose from his chair and crossed the room in silence. He stopped just before the door, his hand resting on the handle, and glanced back at me one last time.

"You will, Y/N," he said softly, his voice filled with a quiet certainty that sent a shiver down my spine. "You will."

With that, he slipped out of the room, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence.

I sat there for a long time after he left, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts, each more terrifying than the last.

Joey—Plague—had crossed a line long ago, and there was no going back. He was determined to pull me into his darkness, to drag me down with him no matter how hard I fought.

But I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't let that happen.

Because no matter how deep his obsession ran, I wasn't his to claim.