IM SORRY ABOUT ALL THE YANDERE STORIES YANDERE IS MY SPECIALTY 😭
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The sun had long dipped below the horizon as Y/N walked briskly back to Ramshackle Dorm. The air was thick, a heavy silence broken only by the rustling leaves as the wind whispered secrets through the trees. But tonight, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something else lurked among those shadows—a pair of eyes, intense and unyielding, tracking their every move.
Rook Hunt's obsession had become all-consuming. What had begun as an innocent fascination with Y/N had twisted into something far darker. Y/N was his delicate creature, his *petit lapin*, a rare beauty that he alone had the privilege of observing, of *understanding*. He prided himself on his skill in tracking, in his ability to hide in plain sight. But lately, he found himself yearning to be *seen* by them, to see the recognition in their eyes.
He began leaving gifts, tokens of his affection—if they could even be called that.
At first, it was small things. A single, withered rose lying on their windowsill one morning. The petals were almost black, as though preserved past their prime. No note accompanied it, only the faint scent that filled their room—a mix of damp earth and something sickly sweet, cloying. The next day, a bird's feather appeared on their desk, twisted and broken as though it had been pried from the creature with force. Again, no note, only that same smell that lingered too long, reminding them that they were not alone.
As days passed, the gifts became stranger. Y/N found strands of hair tied into careful braids, left in places only they would find. And each time they found one of these offerings, Y/N felt a chill crawl down their spine, wondering how anyone could leave something so intimate without a sound. The last straw was a piece of broken mirror, the edges sharp and glinting, wrapped in a note written in an elegant, looping script.
"*Mon petit lapin*, do you know how beautiful you are when you think no one is watching? How I wish you could see yourself the way I see you—beyond perfection, beyond flaw. Let this remind you that my gaze is always upon you. ~R."
Y/N's unease turned to fear, but even as they tried to avoid the places they thought he might be, it was as if Rook anticipated their every move. He watched them from afar, delighted by the way they quickened their steps, the way their eyes darted around nervously. To him, it was a beautiful performance—*his* *petit lapin* trapped in a thrilling chase, though they didn't yet know it was a game he intended to win.
One evening, as Y/N walked back to their dorm, they noticed something new left by their doorstep: a delicate, white porcelain rabbit figurine. But the rabbit's eyes had been painted red, and its face was cracked, as though it had been dropped and hastily glued back together. Inside the hollow space, they found another note:
"Do not hide from me, *petit lapin*. The more you run, the more thrilling the hunt. And I am nothing if not a patient hunter. ~R."
That night, Y/N slept poorly, plagued by unsettling dreams of a figure with gleaming green eyes, a figure that lurked just beyond the edge of their vision. They could feel him watching even when their eyes were closed.
Days passed with no sign of Rook, but the absence only intensified Y/N's fear. It was a silence that weighed on them heavily, like the calm before a storm. But one evening, as they hurried back from an errand, they felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The air was cold, and there was the unmistakable feeling of being watched.
Rook was there, stepping out from the shadows with a graceful smile, his eyes alight with a manic glint. He wore his usual hunting attire, but there was a strange softness to his expression, an almost reverent look as he took in Y/N's frightened gaze.
"Ah, *mon petit lapin*, you do look so lovely when you're trembling," he murmured, voice low and honeyed. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to touch a stray strand of their hair, twisting it between his fingers. "Did you find my gifts? My little tokens of love?"
Y/N pulled back, their heart hammering in their chest. "Rook... why are you doing this?"
"Why?" he repeated, almost incredulous. "How could I not? You are a marvel, a rare creature in a world so full of ordinary souls. You move with such grace, such purity. And yet, you are so blissfully unaware of the dangers around you. It is only right that I protect you. Only I am worthy of such a task."
"Rook, this... this isn't protection. This is—"
"Love," he interrupted, his voice sharper, a smile twisting on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You are frightened because you do not yet understand. But you will, *petit lapin*. In time, you will see that no one else could ever cherish you as I do."
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out something small and wrapped in cloth. When he unfolded it, Y/N felt a surge of horror: a lock of their own hair, bound with a blood-red ribbon. "I keep this close to me always. It reminds me of you, of how precious you are."
Y/N took a step back, but Rook followed, his gaze never leaving theirs.
"There is no need to be afraid, *mon petit lapin*. I have devoted myself to you. No one else will ever understand you the way I do. And if anyone dares to approach you..." His eyes darkened, the smile fading into something colder, something far more dangerous. "They will face the hunter in me, and I assure you, my aim never misses."
Frozen, Y/N could only listen, a sense of dread pressing down on them as he continued.
"You are mine, *mon petit lapin*. Every breath you take, every glance, every word—it all belongs to me. And one day, you will realize that there is no escape. Until then..." He leaned closer, his breath warm against their skin, his voice barely a whisper. "Run, if you must. I do so love the chase."
With that, Rook stepped back, his gaze never wavering as he melted back into the shadows. And in the stillness that followed, Y/N realized that their every step, every movement, would be tracked by that piercing gaze—a gaze that would never let them out of its sight.
