Yandere Oneshot (Male x Female)

Yandere Ex-Husband 2

"Twisted Devotion"

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Day 12

Darkness. Cold, suffocating darkness wrapped itself around you like a thick blanket. You could barely feel anything—your limbs heavy, your head pounding. Slowly, the world started to blur into focus, but the disorientation kept you from making sense of your surroundings.

You blinked, your vision adjusting to the dim, flickering light above you. The soft buzz of fluorescent lighting and the faint, metallic scent in the air sent a jolt of terror through your system.

Where am I?

Your hands twitched. They were tied. Rough, coarse rope bound your wrists tightly to the arms of an old wooden chair, digging into your skin with every slight movement. Panic surged through you as you realized you couldn’t move your legs either—they were tied to the chair legs, immobilizing you completely.

As your heart raced, you tried to recall what happened. Dinner. Jordan. Michael’s ring. The food… then-

Suddenly, a low familiar hum filled the room.

Jordan.

He stepped out from the shadows, casually holding a knife, his eyes gleaming with a sick satisfaction. "You’re awake."

You struggled against the ropes, your breath coming in shallow gasps. "Where am I? What did you do to me?"

Jordan tilted his head, his smile cold and detached. "We’re at my place. It’s quiet here, private. I thought we needed some… uninterrupted time together."

Your mind reeled. This wasn’t just some desperate attempt to win you back—this was far, far worse. "Jordan, let me go."

He chuckled, twirling the knife between his fingers. "I can’t do that, Y/N. Not after everything."

"After what?!" you shouted, panic slipping into anger.

His eyes flickered, something dangerous lurking beneath his calm facade. "After you betrayed me. After you thought you could just replace me."

He took a step closer, the knife glinting in the faint light. "But you see, I realized something. I don’t need to win you back. Because you’ve always been mine."

A chill ran down your spine. This was it—the Jordan you had always feared. The one lurking beneath the charming, polished surface.

"I don’t belong to you," you spat, fighting the growing dread in your chest. "We’re over, Jordan. You need to let me go."

Jordan’s expression darkened, his grip on the knife tightening. "You still don’t understand, do you? I’m not giving you a choice."

He moved closer, kneeling beside you, the blade dangerously close to your skin. "I’ve taken care of everything. Michael? He’s gone. No one’s going to come looking for you."

Your blood ran cold as you realized the horrifying truth. He hadn’t just killed Michael—he had planned this. Every step. Every word. He was always five steps ahead.

“Please…” Your voice trembled, barely above a whisper. “Please, Jordan. You don’t have to do this.”

For a brief moment, something softened in his eyes, a glimmer of the man you once knew. But then, just as quickly, it vanished, replaced by the cold, calculated monster you had come to fear.

"I’m doing this because I love you, Y/N," he said, his voice chillingly calm. "I love you more than anyone ever will."