( Yandere Reverse Harem X Reader)A YANDRE AMONG US

Chapter 3: I want to always be alone

"Elise… please stop… Elise!!"

The scream echoed in my mind, snapping me awake. The bright winter sun flooded the room, casting harsh light onto the walls, but it didn’t warm me. My body was slick with sweat, shirtless and sore, my breathing ragged, my heart racing in my chest like it was trying to break free. I struggled to gather my bearings. Where am I?

I looked around, eyes darting to every corner, trying to make sense of the surroundings. Big stuffed animals lined the room, towering over me like silent witnesses. Then it hit me—this is Elise's room.

The bathroom door suddenly swung open with a creak, startling me. Elise stepped out, her long hair damp and clinging to her skin. She was wearing nothing but a towel. My eyes widened in shock, and I quickly looked away, my heart hammering even faster, my breathing shallow. The memories of last night came rushing back, and I started to tremble, curling into myself, my hands instinctively clutching at my arms, nails digging into my skin.

Last night. I had to get away from my house.

It was my birthday, and my family had smothered me with gifts, showered me with attention—something I couldn't bear. I needed space. So, I did what I always did when things felt too overwhelming. I ran. Slipped out of the house in the dead of night with only my slippers and sleepwear, disappearing into the cold, where the icy wind was the only thing that felt real.

That’s when Elise found me. Alone, shivering, lost. She took me in. Brought me to her home and let me stay the night. Then we—

"Luka!!!" Elise's voice jolted me back to the present. She rushed toward me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug, her skin still damp from the shower. I could feel her bare skin against my own, her body warm, but the contact sent a shiver down my spine. My muscles stiffened, my body trembling uncontrollably. The towel she wore barely covered her, and the sensation of her closeness was overwhelming. It was too much.

I winced, trying to keep myself from panicking. I wanted to pull away, to push her back and create some distance, but I couldn’t. She was holding on too tightly, pressing against me as though trying to make me disappear into her embrace. The weight of her body against mine, the heat, the closeness—it was suffocating. My pulse raced faster, chest tightening with every second that passed. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sensation, to will it all away.

“Elise… I think… I think you should go wear your clothes first,” I whispered, my voice timid, almost apologetic. I didn’t want to upset her, but I couldn’t handle this. My body was shivering, not from the cold, but from the overwhelming need to escape the intensity of the moment.

I could hear her sigh softly against my shoulder, but she didn’t let go immediately. She held on for a few more seconds, as if reluctant to break the connection between us. When she finally pulled away, I felt the absence of her warmth, but my body sagged in relief. I kept my gaze on the floor, not daring to look at her as she stood there in only a towel.

“Alright, Luka,” she said softly, her voice a mixture of concern and something else I couldn’t quite place. “I’ll get dressed.”

I nodded weakly, still not meeting her eyes. My shirt lay on the far end of the room, but I couldn’t bring myself to get up and retrieve it. Not while she was watching. Not while I was watching myself.

I hated seeing my own reflection—hated how exposed I felt without my shirt, hated the way my body looked. I had always been ashamed of it, always felt like it wasn’t enough. And here I was, half-naked in front of Elise, someone who knew me too much.

She left the room to change, and I let out a shaky breath, finally able to uncurl my body from its tense, defensive posture. My arms were sore from clutching them so tightly, and I realized with a start that my nails had left marks on my skin. I glanced at the faint red lines running down my arms and felt an odd mix of relief and guilt.