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➤【 yandere step father x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a man falls for the dangerous temptation of loving his step daughter, something that only brings with it a spiraling obsession that consumes him...
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(Y/N) felt numb.
No, she felt a little more than numb.
In fact, all she wanted to do was sob and weep for the loss of her mother, now having lost both of her parents who were cruelly ripped away by unnatural forces that shouldn't have ever befallen them. From what the officer could tell her and Devon, the amount of alcohol in Katherine's system combined with her recent jet-lagged state was the inducing factor which caused her crash.
At that piece of information, Devon steadied himself against the wall, looking as if just the briefest blowing of the wind could knock him over.
In that moment, he looked broken.
Hollow.
Completely and utterly spent.
Katherine had been his wife for all but a month before she was ripped away from him, taking with her his dream of a perfect family. Then again, perhaps his dream had always been rotten. He wasn't sure if he properly loved Katherine in a way a husband should a wife, but instead probably only loved the ideal of her and what she could bring to him. He wanted a family, but now he was left with a deceased wife, and her daughter whom he fantasized about even though he knew he shouldn't.
Perhaps this was his karma.
Something saw his vile lust for his stepdaughter, and decided he didn't deserve Katherine.
That he didn't deserve his dream.
Over the course of the next few days, he could hardly pull himself together, much less do anything productive for himself. Funeral arrangements were handled, but other than that, he was a mess. His life that he could see as perfect was gone, and he was left with the shattered pieces that he wasn't sure he could put back together. Nursing a bottle of whiskey every night, he fell asleep drunk on the couch, unable to go up to his room that he once shared with Katherine.
(Y/N), thankfully, was a saving grace.
She made sure he still ate and drank water, pulling a blanket over him, too, to keep him warm.
It was kind.
A kindness he was thankful for.
Currently, the two now stood side by side with a few other family members by the grave of where Katherine would be buried, the smooth, dark coffin lined with peonies, her favorite flower. The priest was at the front of the grave, reading from the Bible while at the same time speaking about Katherine, blessing her life and her deeds. All colors seemed to have been sapped from the world, the black dress of the funeral attenders reflecting the dreary mood of the morning. (Y/N) hardly heard a word of what was being spoken, only staring at the casket where the body of her mother lay.
Her mother—her kind, sweet, caring mother—whom she would no longer be able to see anymore.
The pressure of tears built.
Memories upon memories of laughing with her mother, of crying with her mother, of just being comforted by her mother, rang throughout her mind like a never ending chorus of grief. Weeping silently, (Y/N) watched as Devon strode forward after the priest's speech to say a few words. His words were brief, but powerful, and as his gaze connected with (Y/N)'s, the shared mourning that passed between them finally allowed them both to cry, a few tears sliding down their cheeks that they quickly wiped away. After finishing his small speech, Devon waited until the casket was lowered into the ground before grabbing a shovel to place the first mound of dirt within the grave.
One by one, each family member did it until the grave was sealed.
Afterwards, at Devon's apartment, Katherine's celebration of life was held—in simple terms, it was an event hosted to think back on the good memories of her instead of her tragic death. Then again, it was a topic hard not to think about considering the solemnity that hung heavily in the air.
To (Y/N), it was stifling.
In fact, just being around so many people, even if they were friends and family, was too much.
Barricading herself in her room, she allowed herself the space she needed to properly cry for her mother. Devon, when noticing her prolonged absence, ventured upstairs to find her, and was about to knock on her door until he heard her muffled cries of pain from within. He let out a slow sigh as he rested his forehead against the door, his eyes squeezing shut upon hearing (Y/N)'s sobs. It was a heartbreaking sound that tore through every single atom of his body.
He never wanted to hear it again.
In that moment, he realized that he was the only one there for (Y/N) now.
The only one who could protect her.
With Katherine no longer alive, he knew he needed to give (Y/N) double the support he had already been handing to her. Shoving aside any and all improper thoughts, he would focus only on his stepdaughter's needs and wants rather than his own, as that was the only proper thing to do. His dream of a perfect family was shattered upon Katherine's death, but at least he still had (Y/N). His fingers slowly curled into fists at the thought, a desperate smile curving his lips upward.
He wasn't alone.
Katherine was gone, but he wasn't alone.
As Devon stood there on the other side of (Y/N)'s door, he hardly noticed the fragile cracks that slowly entered his mind. In fact, even before the blow of Katherine's death, those cracks had always been there. Perhaps this funeral was just another hammer further breaking apart the thin seams of his sanity.
Again, though, he hardly noticed.
No.
All he was focused on was ensuring (Y/N) was safe, and that meant keeping her beside him.
Always.
Permanently.
He would support her, but that was limited to the extent of if she would stay with him. After all, with Katherine dead, he was (Y/N)'s sole provider. He was the only one who could take care of her now, who would nurture her, who would give her anything and everything she needed to thrive.
