Beneath the Surface [Yandere Creature x Reader]

Chapter 38 - No one Talking?

As the days turned into weeks, our new home began to take shape. Each addition brought a sense of satisfaction and hope for the future. Zephyn and I worked together seamlessly, our bond growing stronger with each shared task and quiet evening spent under the stars.

This is what I've always wanted—a place to call home, built with someone I care about deeply.

But why do I feel a sense of unease creeping in?

But as our home became more established, something in Zephyn began to change. At first, it was subtle—small comments and lingering looks that I brushed off as mere concern or protectiveness. However, the transformation soon became more apparent.

Is it just my imagination, or is Zephyn becoming more possessive?

One morning, as I was gathering water from the stream, a local fisherman named Luis passed by. He was friendly and often stopped to chat, sharing stories of his life on the island. This morning was no different, but as we talked, I noticed Zephyn watching us from a distance, its eyes narrowed.

Why does Zephyn look so angry?

Luis is just being friendly.

"Morning, Y/N," Luis said with a warm smile. "How's the house coming along?"

"It's coming along great, thanks," I replied, smiling back. "Zephyn and I are making good progress."

Luis glanced over at Zephyn and gave a friendly wave. Zephyn's expression remained cold and unyielding.

Please, Zephyn, don't make this awkward.

"Well, if you ever need any help, just let me know," Luis offered, seemingly oblivious to the tension. "We're all part of the same community here."

"Thanks, Luis," I said, appreciating his kindness. "I'll keep that in mind."

As Luis walked away, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Zephyn approached, its face a mask of controlled anger.

Here we go.

This isn't going to be good.

"Who was that?" Zephyn asked, its voice tight.

"Just Luis, the fisherman," I replied, trying to keep my tone light. "He's been really helpful and friendly."

Zephyn's eyes flashed. "I don't want him talking to you."

I blinked in surprise. "What? Why? He's just being nice."

Zephyn stepped closer, its gaze intense. "I don't want any man looking at you or talking to you. You belong to me, Y/N."

A cold knot of fear settled in my stomach. "Zephyn, that's not fair. I'm my own person. You can't just—"

Zephyn's grip tightened on my arm, cutting off my words. "You belong to me," it repeated, its voice low and dangerous. "No man shall look at you or speak to you without my permission."

Tears sprang to my eyes, a mixture of pain and fear. "Zephyn, you're hurting me."

Immediately, Zephyn's expression softened, and it released its grip. "I'm sorry, my love. I just... I can't bear the thought of losing you."

This isn't right.

This isn't the Zephyn I know.

I rubbed my arm, stepping back. "You won't lose me, Zephyn. But you can't control who I talk to. That's not right."

Zephyn's eyes darkened again. "You don't understand, Y/N. They don't know you like I do. They can't be trusted."

I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Zephyn, we need to talk about this. You can't let your jealousy control you. It's not healthy for either of us."

Please, Zephyn, see reason.

Don't let this ruin what we have.

For a moment, Zephyn's expression wavered, torn between anger and sorrow. Then it turned and walked away, leaving me standing by the stream, shaken and confused.

What am I supposed to do?

How do I get through to it?

That evening, the atmosphere in our home was tense. Zephyn was distant, brooding in silence. I tried to reach out, to talk about what had happened, but it refused to engage, its mood dark and impenetrable.

This silence is suffocating.

We need to talk, but how?

As the days passed, Zephyn's possessiveness only grew. It became increasingly insistent that I avoid contact with other men, its jealousy and insecurity festering beneath the surface. Every friendly gesture or casual conversation was met with suspicion and anger.

This isn't love.

This is control.

I need to find a way to make Zephyn understand.

One afternoon, while I was working on weaving more vines for our home, Zephyn approached me, its expression stern.

"I want you to promise me something, Y/N," it said, its tone leaving no room for argument. "Promise me you will not speak to any man without my permission."

I looked up at it, my heart heavy with a mixture of love and fear. "Zephyn, I can't promise that. I won't live my life under those conditions."

Zephyn's eyes flashed with anger, but it quickly turned away, its shoulders tense. "You don't understand, Y/N. This world is full of dangers, and I can't protect you if you won't listen to me."

This isn't about protection.

This is about control.

How do I make you see that?

As I watched Zephyn walk away, I felt a deep sadness settle over me. The being I had once found so enchanting and kind was becoming someone I barely recognized. The bond we had built was now strained under the weight of its possessiveness and jealousy.

I can't lose Zephyn, but I can't live like this either.

There has to be a way to fix this.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't shake the feeling that things were spiraling out of control. Zephyn's love had turned dark, and I didn't know how to bring back the balance we once had. All I knew was that I had to find a way to help Zephyn understand that love couldn't be built on control and fear.

I won't give up on us.

I can't.

But something has to change.

The journey ahead was uncertain, but I was determined to fight for the life and love we had started to build. No matter how difficult, I couldn't give up on Zephyn or the future we had dreamed of together.

We can get through this.

We have to.

For both our sakes.