The Demons Within (Female Yandere x Male Reader)

C30 - Hourglass

Winter's first snowfall coated a large estate, shivering slightly under the cold weather, a middle aged man blew into his red hands before reequipping a pair of green gardening gloves.

Tending to the Holton estate's garden was no easy task. That's why there was a whole team of gardeners that were constantly on rotation, numbering five in total.

Trimming the edges of a large snow-covered hedge, Evan thought back to the commotion that he had seen just earlier today.

In order to start his long day of work, Evan first had to reach the gardening hall, where equipment was stored, located at the back of the mansion.

Now, usually he would take the long trip of circling around the estate to enter the gardening hall through the back door, but today was different.

"By the gods, it's cold!" He sighed inwardly, quickly deciding to walk through the mansion rather than brave the unforgiving weather outside.

Scanning his badge in front of the large metallic gates, the Holton's family name engraved in bold letters atop the monstrously large barrier, he slowly shuffled towards the doors of the mansion before entering.

Letting out a sigh of relief as he entered the heated building, Evan made quick work of navigating through the mansion, using every shortcut and secret passage he knew to traverse throughout the behemoth.

Arriving to work late was heavily frowned upon, and considering that he was currently five minutes behind his usual schedule, Evan kicked it up another gear until he heard a familiar voice, one that he had yet to hear using such a distressed tone.

Backing up towards the area where he had just scuttled past, Evan slowly crouched down and moved his eye closer to the keyhole of the mahogany door.

"Where is that girl, for God sakes?" A feminine voice shrilly croaked, a loud sigh erupting from another larger person, the female pacing back and forth within the wide room.

Searching his mind, Evan realised that this room was the owner of the estate's study, Mr. Holton.

Green orbs peered towards the woman who frantically jostled about in front of him, a hand stroking his black beard as he thought about how to calm the woman down.

"Anastacia dear... Lea... That girl has always been a rebel. This latest... stunt... of hers is just a fruitless threat towards us in order to barter more freedom." He coolly summed up, his fingers harmonically drumming against his black-oak desk.

The tall black-haired woman paused in place, lifting up a delicate and slender hand up towards her flawless countenance before sitting down on a comfortable chair, gold embroidered into the edges of the seat.

"But Andrew! It has been two whole weeks since she was last seen! The last time she tried to do something like this, she only lasted three days!" The woman distressfully pointed out.

Andrew let out a heavy hum in agreement, pausing to ponder over their next actions before speaking with his usual stable tone.

"Alright. If you are worried about the girl so much, then we shall hire a private investigator. I knew of just the right person. She'll be back within our grasp very soon."

A graceful smile bloomed upon Anastacia's face as she slowly danced her way over to her sculptured husband.

Putting both her hands upon his well-built shoulders, a small giggle fell from her mouth before she spoke once again.