Dark Obsession (Yandere! Various Fandoms x F! Reader One-shots)

Fame Prompt (Vil Schoenheit)

Prompt: Fame for tropetember

Pairings: Vil Schoenheit x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes

Out of everyone in the world, why did you have to be a fan of Neige?

Vil prided himself as the face of beauty of Night Raven College, as an example of elegance of poise and a role model for all that aspired to be beautiful. Yet, there you were, enamored with someone far less worthy of admiration.

It wasn't jealousy, no no no, Vil Schoenheit did not get jealous. It was a matter of principle and taste! How could you, the person he regarded more highly than any other woman, adore a man like Neige?

You praised Neige with such enthusiasm that it felt like poison was eating away at Vil's heart. He needed to correct you, to show you the true meaning of beauty.

"Darling," Vil began, his voice smooth as honey, "I acknowledge that Neige has certain... charms," he held back a sneer at the compliment, "But perhaps it's time you broaden your horizons." You looked so adorably puzzled that he smiled affectionately.

"I like a lot of actors," you replied, "Neige is just my favorite. But I'm always open to new suggestions."

Vil held back a groan. You were so oblivious that it was painful. "I have tickets to my new movie's premiere on Saturday. Come with me and you'll understand true cinematic beauty.

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The night of the premiere, Vil ordered a limousine to your house. The two of you walked down the red carpet laid from the limo to the entrance. Cameras flashed from every angle and you found yourself shrinking away. It was almost like Vil had brought you as his date...

You watched the movie carefully, trying to see what Vil desperately wanted you to see. And you were impressed, of course, by how good of an actor Vil was, but...

"What did you think?" Vil asked once the movie had ended, "Surely you saw my character's depth and complexity was far superior to any of Neige's!"

You hesitated, "It was... interesting. Very unique. But I guess I just have a soft spot of Neige."

All of the emotion drained from Vil's face, leaving an emptiness behind his eyes, "I see. Clearly, you require further education in the arts."

"I just-"

"If you cannot see the ugliness in your tastes," Vil hissed, his perfectly-painted nails suddenly digging into your skin.

"Then I'll make you see it."