The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 45 - (The Love)

The walk felt endless. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the world outside was the same as always—except I wasn't. My skin prickled under Damian's light touch as he guided me along the garden path, his hand resting gently on the small of my back. To anyone watching, we might've looked like a couple, enjoying a peaceful afternoon together. But every step felt like I was walking deeper into a trap I didn't know how to escape.

I tried to focus on the path, on the flowers, on anything other than the reality of my situation. My mind spun with half-formed escape plans, but they all felt impossible. He controlled everything—my movements, my choices, my life.

"You seem quiet today," Damian said, his voice breaking through my thoughts. He looked down at me with a soft smile, his eyes filled with an unsettling tenderness.

I didn't respond at first, afraid of saying the wrong thing. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he thought this—whatever this was—was normal.

"Damian," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper, "what... what do you think is happening here?"

He chuckled, the sound so casual it made my skin crawl.

"What do you mean? We're spending time together. Isn't that what people do when they're in love?"

In love?

My heart skipped a beat, and I stopped walking. He turned to face me, his smile faltering slightly as he saw the look on my face.

"Damian," I started, trying to keep my voice calm, "this isn't... love. This is..." I searched for the right words, feeling my pulse quicken. "You've kept me here against my will. You've—"

"Kept you here?" He frowned, genuine confusion clouding his face. "What are you talking about, Y/N? I've given you everything. A home, safety, love. I've protected you. We're together."

He said it so matter-of-factly, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. I felt a chill crawl up my spine as the realization hit me. He really believed this. He wasn't playing some sick game—he genuinely thought we were in a relationship.

"No," I said, shaking my head slowly. "That's not what this is. I never chose this, Damian. You've trapped me here."

His expression softened, and he stepped closer, taking my hand in his. "Y/N, you don't understand. I had to do it this way. You needed me, even if you didn't realize it. Your life was falling apart. Your parents didn't care about you. No one did. But I was always watching, always making sure you were safe. And now, you don't have to worry about anything. I've taken care of it all. We're together now."

I pulled my hand away from his, panic rising in my chest. "No. That's not love, Damian. You can't just... take someone and expect them to feel the same way."

His face fell, and for a moment, he looked genuinely hurt. "But I love you, Y/N. I've always loved you. Ever since I first saw you, I knew we were meant to be together. I waited for you, watched over you... I've done everything for you."

I stared at him, my mind reeling. He was completely delusional. In his head, this wasn't a kidnapping, it wasn't a twisted obsession—it was a love story.

And he truly believed it.

"Damian," I said slowly, trying to keep my voice steady, "this... this isn't real. You can't force love. You can't just—"

"I'm not forcing anything!" he snapped suddenly, his eyes darkening as his voice rose. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "You just don't see it yet. But you will. I know you will. Once you've had time to really think, you'll understand."

"Understand what?" I asked, my voice trembling. "That you killed my parents? That you've kept me here like a prisoner? Damian, that's not love. That's control. You don't—"

"They didn't deserve you!" he shouted, stepping toward me. I flinched, but he didn't stop. "Your parents didn't care about you! They would've let you die out there, alone. I'm the only one who ever cared. I'm the only one who ever loved you."

His words hit me like a slap to the face. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He truly believed everything he'd done was out of love. In his mind, he wasn't the villain of this story—he was the hero.

"Damian," I whispered, my voice shaking, "this isn't love. Love doesn't look like this."

He stared at me, his jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might finally understand. But then, his expression softened again, and he smiled—that smile. The one that sent chills down my spine.

"You're just scared," he said softly, almost soothingly. "I get it. It's a lot to take in. But once you've had more time, you'll see that we're perfect for each other. You'll see that I've done all of this because I love you."

I felt sick to my stomach. He wasn't going to listen. He wasn't going to understand. In his mind, he was saving me from a world that didn't care. And as long as he believed that, I would never be free.

"Let's go inside," he said, his voice gentle now. He reached for my hand again, but I took a step back. He paused, frowning slightly, but then nodded, as if indulging me. "Okay. You need more time. I understand."

More time.

How much longer could I keep pretending?

How much longer could I play along before I lost myself completely?

I followed him back to the house, my mind racing. I had to find a way out, but every moment that passed made me realize just how deep I was in this nightmare. Damian wasn't going to let me go. He truly believed that we were meant to be together, that this was the life I wanted. And as long as he held onto that belief, I was trapped.

I just had to survive long enough to figure out how to escape.