The Demons Within (Male Yandere x Female Reader)

C2 - Fate

My life had been made up of only hardship before I had met him. Born to a rich family without any siblings, the heavy expectations placed upon me to take over the family business resulted in even the slightest mistake being scrutinised and punished, as if my father had been looking for any reason to discipline me.

Father was a strict and cold man. His warm features misrepresent, disguising the hiding beneath.

Short golden orange locks sat atop his head, two vibrantly golden irises that would tear into anyone who dared to look into them.

He had been hardened by his upbringing, having been born into a poor family in wartime. Even achieving something as simple as a basic education would have been a miraculous event for him.

However, he rose higher than anyone had ever thought possible. Working several jobs in his youth, he saved up money in order to enable his future self to enrol in a medical university.

Why a medical university, one may ask? Well, that was because of a chance encounter he had when he was ten. At that time, he had been working several jobs while getting his hands upon any book he could find.

Having grown an affinity for medicine at a young age after seeing many of his siblings die to common illnesses that were easily curable, the bereaved boy decided to save as many of the poor as he could by becoming a doctor.

The small room that he shared with two of his siblings had become all his, allowing him to store even more books, which caught the eye of a doctor who had come to take a look at his mother, who had caught an illness.

Seeing the boy's genius, the old doctor took the boy under his wing, aiding in his education and providing the recommendation he required to enter a top university.

The doctor simply wished to help another one of his own people escape from the fate they'd been dealt.

And so, the young boy became a young man, soon leaving the university with a degree of which he had been highly proud.

Getting a job in a prestigious hospital, he soon found himself working nonstop in order to reach the top of the hierarchy.

By that time, he had become a middle-aged man and was no longer the same person he'd once been.

Having been held back from promotions due to his background, he soon felt himself loathing the cards he had been dealt with.

He'd sworn to himself that he'd prove himself to all those who wished to doubt him, leading him to no longer harbour his original desire.

And once again he worked himself to the bone. By the time he'd reached 60, he had achieved his goals. He owned multiple widely respected hospitals and sat atop an empire, just like the old man who had helped him so many years ago.

By then he was left with but a decaying body and no remaining family, for they had all died due to impoverished conditions.

He'd forgotten all about them in his rush to the top.

But that didn't matter.

His next desire was to leave behind a successor.

Finding several young women and having relations with them was anything but difficult, for he had money and status. The only problem was, no matter how many times he tried, no matter the woman he used, a successor was never produced.

Until one day.

Upon hearing the news, he married my mother and began to plan out my entire life.

In the end, I doubt he ever loved me or my mother. We were probably just a way of prolonging his legacy. Another tool he could use to complete his ambition.