Fatal Affection (yandere Alice Cullen and Yandere Jasper Hale x male oc)

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-Bennett's Perspective-

It had been a few days since I had met Alice and Jasper, and in that short span, my feelings for them had evolved in ways I never expected. I found myself looking forward to seeing them every day, their presence becoming a source of comfort and excitement in the swirl of my chaotic emotions. Sitting between them in the courtyard during lunch felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket, shielding me from the biting chill of early spring.

As I focused on my sandwich, taking slow bites to draw out the moment, Alice's cheerful voice filled the air around us. She was in her element, animatedly talking about her life with a spark that seemed contagious. It made me smile, and despite the cold breeze fluttering through, I felt warm inside.

"Esme's been talking non-stop about how lovely your mom is," she said with that infectious grin of hers. "She really likes her. Thinks she's one of the nicest people she's met in a long time."

I nodded, feeling a blush creeping up the back of my neck. It was sweet to hear Alice speak so fondly of my mom. She had always been the heart of our family, and knowing she was appreciated made my chest swell with pride. "Yeah, she's alright," I replied, unable to keep the smile off my face. I didn't know what else to say; the attention made me feel a bit shy.

"You must get your niceness from her. You're just as sweet as she is," Alice continued, leaning closer, her shoulder brushing against mine. I could feel my heart race, and my cheeks burned at the compliment. Trying to hide my embarrassment, I ducked my head, raising my sandwich to cover my mouth. Maybe if I kept eating, she'd move on to another topic.

But Alice wasn't going to let me off that easy. "Oh, look at you!" she giggled, her voice filled with delight. "You're blushing, aren't you?"

I mumbled something incoherent, my voice muffled by the sandwich. My heart raced faster, and I squirmed in my seat, wishing I could disappear into my food. Why did her words have this effect on me? It was just a compliment, but it made me feel exposed and vulnerable, like I was standing in front of a crowd; I don't like it, I don't think.

She leaned in closer, her breath brushing against my ear, and I shivered. "You're so cute when you get all shy, Bennett."

I nearly choked on my sandwich. The heat from my embarrassment spread through my body, and I felt utterly flustered. I wriggled in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but it only worsened things. Jasper was beside me, chuckling softly, clearly enjoying my struggle.

"She's right, you know," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "It's hard not to notice how red you're getting."

My fingers tightened around the sandwich, and I muttered, "Stop..." But my voice came out weak, almost pleading. Deep down, I didn't want them to stop.

Alice's eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and something else that made me shiver. I felt like a bug under a magnifying glass, vulnerable and exposed, but somehow I liked it. Their attention was overwhelming, but I craved more.

-Alice's Perspective-

Seeing Bennett squirm was more rewarding than I anticipated. The way he blushed, trying to hide behind that sandwich like it could shield him from our teasing, it was too easy. I was pushing him, testing the waters, and with each little reaction, my excitement only grew. He was such a delightful puzzle, and I was determined to unravel him piece by piece.

I leaned closer, feeling the warmth radiating off him. Every time he shifted, I could sense the mix of embarrassment and something else bubbling beneath the surface. "Esme really likes your mom," I said lightly, my words merely a backdrop to the actual game we were playing. I was genuinely focused on Bennett's reactions, his body language, how he shifted in his seat, and how his breathing quickened. It was all incredibly delicious.

When he ducked his head, trying to hide his blush, I couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, look at you," I teased, letting my voice drop, adding a layer of intimacy. "You're blushing, aren't you?"

He didn't respond, mumbling through a mouthful of sandwiches, which only made me want to push him further. I leaned in, my breath grazing his ear, just to watch him flinch, to see that rush of embarrassment wash over him. "You're so cute when you get all shy, Bennett."

His reaction was everything I hoped for. He nearly choked on his food, his face bright red, and I stifled my laughter, feeling utterly delighted by the effect I had on him. The way he squirmed in his seat and the little glances he stole toward me were all blissful.

Jasper was enjoying this, too. I could feel his presence on the other side of Bennett, and I shared a glance with him, a silent communication passing between us. We were in sync, working together to envelop Bennett in our web. He was so wonderfully oblivious to our intentions, and it made the thrill of the game all the more exciting.

"She's right, you know," Jasper said, his tone calm and gentle. "It's hard not to notice how red you're getting."

Bennett tried to protest, but it came out weak, lacking any absolute conviction. Poor boy didn't realise he didn't want us to stop; he was just too flustered to admit it. I could feel the conflict within him, the way his heart raced and his thoughts tangled. He was embarrassed, but he was also craving our attention and affection, even if he didn't fully understand it yet.

I leaned in again, fully aware of the effect it was having on him. I could feel my own excitement building at the thought of how deep we were pulling him into our orbit. He was becoming ours in ways he didn't even realise.

-Jasper's Perspective-

I watched as Alice toyed with Bennett, her movements calculated and intentional. The way Bennett reacted to her, the little flush of his cheeks, and the way his heart raced were fascinating. Every emotion he wore on his sleeve was an invitation for us to dive deeper into his psyche.

Alice was in her element, and I couldn't help but admire how she pushed Bennett and drew out his vulnerability with a simple word or glance. It was a dance, one I was more than happy to partake in.

"She's right, you know," I said, my voice smooth and gentle as I joined in. I wanted to keep the atmosphere light, yet I was keenly aware of the undercurrents of tension and vulnerability coursing through Bennett. "It's hard not to notice how red you're getting."

He tried to protest, but the way he shifted in his seat, that slight tremor in his fingers, told me everything. He was flustered and confused, yes, but beneath it, all was a craving for our attention, a need to be the centre of our world. The boy didn't realise how much he wanted this; he didn't understand the depth of what was happening to him.

I glanced at Alice, her eyes dark with intent, and I felt a rush of excitement. Together, we were weaving a web around Bennett, creating a bond that would only grow tighter with time. I could feel how he was bending to our influence, filling me with a sense of satisfaction.

As Alice leaned closer to him, I felt a surge of pride. This was our plan, and it was working beautifully. Soon enough, Bennett would be ours ultimately, entrapped in the safety we provided, and he wouldn't even realise the depths of his dependence on us.

We had him right where we wanted him, and I couldn't wait to see how much further we could push him. Alice's teasing, my calm reassurance it, was all part of the grand scheme to draw him deeper into our world, into our lives. Together, we would ensure that Bennett would never want to escape.

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23rd October 2024