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

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-Jasper's POV-

Bennett was delicate and endearing in his confusion, sitting between us, completely unaware of how effectively we had him wrapped around our fingers. Every brush of Alice's hand on his knee, every gentle stroke of my thumb against the back of his hand, was a deliberate choice. He twitched at the softest touch, his body responding before his mind could catch up. Though he was trying to hide that, I could hear his heart racing.

But he couldn't hide it from me. His emotions were almost laid bare, and I could feel every flicker of nervousness and every hint of uncertainty. Watching him squirm and try to maintain some sense of composure as the lesson began was fascinating. I have plans to change his medication. I have already selected some Vitamin C tablets. They were almost identical, too similar for Bennett to notice. Since we have known Bennett, he has clearly opened up; he was quite closed off when we first met him, but to Alice's delight, Bennett was quick to attach, which was good for us.

Alice, always the encouraging one, leaned in with a playful tone. "Come on, Benny, we need to do our work."

She withdrew one hand but placed the other gently resting on his knee, giving Bennett complete contact. I mirrored her, keeping my touch on his hand light but steady. Bennett inhaled sharply, clearly struggling to gather his thoughts. Part of him wanted to focus on the task at hand, but another part was absorbed in our subtle touches and how they made him feel.

I felt it all: the warmth of his feelings toward us, his confusion about why he couldn't concentrate on the lesson, and the lingering faint sense of guilt. Guilt for not being able to focus, for enjoying the attention we gave him when he thought he should be doing his work. That guilt only made him more vulnerable.

He felt indebted to us, especially after his panic attack. His trust was practically ours, and he didn't even realise how far he had already gone down this path. Alice and I had guided him here carefully, ensuring that every slight emotion, gratitude and the need for reassurance was tied to us. It wouldn't be long before that sense of devotion would bloom into something more profound in him.

As Alice explained the worksheet, Bennett froze, his expression faltering. He hadn't been paying attention earlier, too wrapped up in what we were doing. I felt his panic rise, followed by a surge of disappointment. A slight smirk grew on my face, my control of his emotions impressing even myself.

"Oh, Benny, were you not paying attention?" Alice's voice was soft and teasing, but I could feel how her words affected him.

His eyes widened, and a wave of shame washed over him. He felt guilty for not following Alice's instructions, for not being "good." Watching him wilt under that weight was an intense moment, but it wasn't the kind of shame I wanted to linger. I preferred him to be warm and engaged, not overwhelmed and broken.

"It's alright," I interjected, keeping my tone smooth and reassuring. I squeezed his hand gently, offering comfort. "For these, we just need to simplify the surds."

He looked at me, eyes still wide with that childlike guilt, but my words calmed him. I could feel the anxiety ease slightly, though the sting of disappointing Alice remained. I continued, guiding him with a patient voice.

"To simplify, we need to see if the square roots have a common factor and then reduce it with the multiplier to find the square number."

Bennett blinked, still a bit nervous, but his focus shifted to me. I could feel gratitude swell in him. He nodded, his fingers tightening around mine as if clinging to the reassurance I provided.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice small and sincere. He didn't realise how much those little words of gratitude meant to us and how much more we would take from him because of it.

Picking up his pen, he begins working. Alice and I stayed close, watching over his shoulder, our presence never fully leaving him. He struggled with the first few questions, but with our guidance, he slowly began to get the hang of it.

Every time he answered correctly, Alice rewarded him.

"Good job, Benny," she encouraged softly, her voice low enough that only he could hear. She brushed her fingers against his knee, a light, fleeting touch that made him smile. His face lit up with pride, and I could feel the warmth spread through him, the way he beamed under her praise.

It was the same each time: another correct answer, another gentle encouragement, and another touch from either Alice or me. Sometimes, I would lightly stroke the back of his hand or trace a gentle line up his forearm, feeling his pulse quicken under my fingers. His body responded to every small gesture, and though he was trying hard to focus on the worksheet, I could tell it was becoming increasingly challenging for him.

He wanted to do well. He wanted to impress us. But he was also beginning to cherish how we made him feel, how every touch and word of encouragement wrapped him in a cocoon of warmth and support.

We had him answering every question well before the rest of the class had caught up. Bennett, who typically struggled with this type of work, was suddenly thriving. But it wasn't just about the math. It was about the way we made him feel. He wasn't focused on solving the problems because of the lesson; he was doing it because each correct answer brought more praise and encouragement from us. He was doing it for our approval, not his own.

Alice and I exchanged glances, both silently pleased with how easily we could influence him. Bennett had no idea, of course. He thought he was doing well because he was trying harder. He believed we were just helping him. But really, we were guiding him, step by step, into someone who craved our approval. Someone who would do anything to feel our support, to hear us call him a "good job."

As the class moved into group discussions, the room became louder and more relaxed. The teacher wasn't paying much attention anymore, and the other students were absorbed in their work. This gave Alice and me more freedom to continue what we'd started.

I let my hand rest gently on his thigh and moved from his hand, feeling the tension in his muscles as he shifted slightly in his seat. Alice's fingers danced along his knee, and I watched as Bennett's body twitched, his shoulders stiffening under the intensity of our light teasing. He was handling it better now, but I could tell he was still trying to understand why he felt the way he did, why every brush of our hands made his heart race, and why he felt so good whenever we touched him.

He didn't know what was happening, but that was fine. He didn't need to know. All he needed to do was keep being good. And we would take care of the rest.

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23rd October 2024