Yandere One-Shots (Volume 6)

Yandere Kal'tsit x Male Reader Operator

(The bustling hub of Rhode Island was a maze of hallways, medical facilities, and tactical planning rooms, where elite operators moved about with purpose and precision. Among them was S/N, a new recruit recently recommended by Ch'en for his unique expertise in firearms and hand-to-hand combat. S/N had been through his fair share of combat operations, and though Rhode Island felt like a new challenge, he quickly found his footing within the organization.)

(He had met a few notable operators, and things were progressing smoothly. But one person he hadn't yet encountered was the mysterious Kal'tsit, the enigmatic doctor and strategist who seemed to wield enormous influence in Rhode Island. He had heard plenty about her—her cold, calculating demeanor, her relentless focus on results. But it was when he finally crossed paths with her that everything began to change.)

(It was in one of the many briefing rooms where S/N first met Kal'tsit. She was sitting at the head of a long table, her posture immaculate, her sharp green eyes studying a series of reports spread out before her. The air in the room felt heavy, almost oppressive, and though S/N had been briefed on plenty of missions before, the atmosphere in Kal'tsit's presence felt different.)

(As soon as he entered, her gaze snapped toward him, those calculating eyes narrowing ever so slightly. S/N felt a strange chill run down his spine as she sized him up in mere seconds. He offered a polite nod and stepped forward to introduce himself, but Kal'tsit's voice cut through the silence before he could speak.)

Kal'tsit: S/N, I've heard about you. Ch'en speaks highly of your capabilities. I'm interested in seeing how you perform.

(There was something about the way she said "interested" that put him on edge, but he brushed it off, chalking it up to nerves. He had heard that Kal'tsit had a reputation for being unapproachable and distant. But as their conversation went on, there was a subtle change in her demeanor—a hint of curiosity, of something more than just professional interest.)

Kal'tsit: You're different from the others. There's... a certain potential in you.

(S/N simply nodded, unsure how to respond. He could feel her eyes on him, watching his every movement, studying him not just as an operator, but as something else entirely.)

(Over the following weeks, Kal'tsit's interest in S/N grew. At first, it was subtle—an extra assignment here, a few more debriefing sessions there—but soon it became clear that she was going out of her way to involve herself in his operations. S/N, ever the professional, didn't think much of it. If Kal'tsit had faith in his skills, then he was more than willing to live up to her expectations.)

(But as time went on, her attention became more intense. During meetings, her eyes were always on him, following his every move, every gesture. She would ask for his thoughts on strategic matters, often singling him out in front of the others. And though her face remained as stoic as ever, there was something in her gaze—something possessive.)

(Kal'tsit wasn't just interested in his professional capabilities. She was obsessed.)

(It wasn't long before she began making personal requests—late-night visits to her office under the guise of discussing tactical plans, invitations to join her for meals where they would be alone, away from the other operators. Her conversations, once strictly professional, began to drift into more personal territory.)

Kal'tsit: I admire your dedication. You have a strength that is rare among operators.

(S/N, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, tried to keep things formal, but it was becoming clear that Kal'tsit's interest was no longer just about his skills as an operator. She was becoming possessive, her attention lingering on him even when it was unnecessary.)

(It wasn't long before Kal'tsit's behavior crossed the line from interest to obsession. She began orchestrating missions specifically tailored to him, keeping him close, ensuring that he was always within her grasp. Other operators started to notice, but Kal'tsit's authority was absolute, and no one dared question her decisions.)

(S/N, however, could feel the walls closing in. Every time he turned around, Kal'tsit was there, watching him, controlling his every move. It became suffocating. She had become a constant presence in his life, always looming, always watching.)

(Late one night, after a particularly grueling mission, S/N returned to his quarters, exhausted and hoping for some peace. But when he opened the door, he was greeted by an unexpected sight—Kal'tsit, standing in the middle of the room, her back to him as she casually examined his personal effects.)

(S/N's heart raced, a mixture of shock and unease flooding through him.)

S/N: Kal'tsit? What are you doing here?

(She turned slowly, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.)

Kal'tsit: I wanted to talk with you. You've been avoiding me.

S/N: I've been busy with missions. We can talk during the day.

Kal'tsit: No, I want to talk now.

(There was something in her tone—something dangerous. S/N instinctively backed up a step, but Kal'tsit's gaze remained locked on him, her voice dropping to a near-whisper.)

Kal'tsit: You belong here, S/N. You belong with me. No one else understands you the way I do.

(S/N's blood ran cold. He had known for weeks that her interest in him had crossed the line, but hearing her say it so plainly was terrifying. He tried to maintain his composure.)

S/N: I'm just an operator, Kal'tsit. I do my job, and that's it.

Kal'tsit: You're more than that. You know it. I know it. You're mine, S/N. No one else can have you.

(Her words hung in the air like a dark promise, and S/N could feel the weight of her obsession pressing down on him. He had always respected Kal'tsit as a leader, but this—this was something far more dangerous.)

S/N: Kal'tsit, you're crossing a line, I need space.

Kal'tsit: (smile widens) There's no space between us, S/N. You can try to run, but you'll always come back. Because I'll always find you.

(As S/N stood there, facing Kal'tsit's unwavering gaze, he realized there was no escape from her obsession. She had wrapped herself around his life like a vine, and no matter how hard he tried to pull away, she would always be there—watching, waiting, controlling.)

(And in that moment, S/N knew that there was only one option left. He had to find a way to break free from Kal'tsit's grip before her love—twisted and distorted as it was—consumed him entirely.)

(But escaping someone like Kal'tsit wouldn't be easy.)

(Because once she decided that someone was hers, there was no way out.)