Only for you {Yandere boys x Female reader}

Betrayal and schemes

His hands trembled, and salty tears rolled down his cheeks. The blue, artificial screen of his phone was the only light in the void of his room.

Across town, Y/N snuggly slept, ignoring the ceaseless ringing of her phone.

He hated her.

How could she do this to him?

Was he not enough for her?

He hated that he hated her.

He hated that he needed to hear her voice.

"Pick up the f*cking phone!" he screamed into his pillow, muffling the sound. He shivered; it felt as if acid was burning out of his eyes.

Y/N stirred, and her e/c eyes opened. She glared in distain at the vibrating phone, slowly trekking over to the device. Her mind hesitated, but she answered. She heard quiet sobs over the line, unobstructed by the filter.

"You go*dam* b*tch," he whispered, his voice cracking.

Y/N stayed silent, shocked, and half asleep.

"Why are you doing this to me?" He asked, his voice hysterical, "Why are you breaking my heart? Do you get some sort of sick pleasure from my pain? The f*ck is wrong with you? Or maybe it's something else; maybe I'm not enough for you? Why am I not good enough for you? I told you I'd give you anything you want if you just surrender to me. Anything! Please Y/N say something! Do you like seeing me like this?"

Y/N fell onto her bed, her legs aggressively shaking.

"Say something. Let me hear your voice; I need to know you're there."

Silence.

"F*cking b*tch!" he yelled. She heard something crash against a wall.

"What do you want me to say?" she asked, voice barely above a fearful whisper.

His breath hitched, "Anything."

"I don't understand why you're so mad at me. And why'd you have to call me now? It's four in the morning."

"More," he commanded, savoring her voice.

"I'm sorry-"

"Do you mean that beautiful?" he interrupted, wiping tears off his face.

"I didn't mean to make you upset." She carefully said, speaking like she was navigating a snake pit.

"How are you going to make it up to me?"

Her chin trembled. "I don't know what I did."

He laughed darkly. "I told you I loved you; that means you're mine. Nobody should be taking you to the dance, except me. But no... you ran off and accepted some random a*shole's proposal."

"It's not like we're going to exclusively date. It's just a dance. You didn't even ask me to the dance."

He was frustrated with her ignorance. "That's not the point. I don't want anyone touching you, listening to your voice, smelling you, h*ll even looking at you."

"That's not something either of us have control over." Y/n replied angrily. She was pissed; he woke her up at four in the morning and chastised her over sh*t she couldn't control.

"But you didn't have to accept him, Y/n." His fingers yanked at his hair.

"Why do you even care?!" Y/N raised her voice, "You have no right to waltz into my life and act like you own me. I don't know who you the f*ck are! And if you really love me and need me as much as you claim, you wouldn't be doing this, you sick f*ck!"