Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

105.) Per Aspera Ad Astra

(Y/n) pressed her back against the cold metal frame of a car, her breath held as her eyes locked onto the familiar gray hair at the far end of the parking lot. He seemed deep in concentration, oblivious to everything around him, which gave her the chance she desperately needed.

Her eyes darted to his car, parked just a few rows over, sleek and dark against the dimly lit garage. The vehicle sat idle and tempting, a lifeline if she could just reach it without him noticing. She let out a silent breath, steadying herself before making her first move.

She crept from her cover, lowering herself to a crouch as she slipped into the shadows between two parked cars. The air was cold against her skin, and she fought the instinct to shiver, knowing even the slightest sound might give her away. Every inch forward felt painstakingly slow, each step measured, and her heartbeat loud in her ears. She couldn't risk being seen now.

The pale overhead lights cast long, ghostly shadows across the rows of cars, creating brief hiding places in the gaps between each one. She used the shadows to her advantage, weaving and darting between vehicles, her gaze flickering constantly back to him to ensure he hadn't moved. As she got closer, the faint hum of the TransLux buzzed in her ears, mingling with the quiet, tense atmosphere of the garage.

She crept past a small, dented sedan, her knees brushing the cool concrete as she inched forward. Her fingers grazed the chipped paint on a nearby truck's bumper as she moved, each surface gritty and textured beneath her touch, a steady reminder to keep her balance. The cold stung her fingers, making them numb, but she gritted her teeth and ignored the discomfort, inching closer to his car.

(Y/n) held her breath, her hand trembling as she opened the car door and slid into the driver's seat, the leather cool and smooth beneath her. She glanced around the interior, every detail rushing back with a wave of chilling memories. The tinted windows were almost pitch-black from the inside, far darker than legal, a shadowy shield that only added to the foreboding atmosphere.

As she pulled the door closed, she made sure it was nearly silent, easing it in until she felt the latch click into place. Her gaze flickered to the cup holder where the key fob sat, innocuous and easy to miss if you weren't looking. But she was, and the sight of it made her heart pound a little harder- an open invitation to take control of her own escape. Ignoring it for a moment, she scanned the dashboard, her hands grazing the wheel that had once held his in the same place. It was the very car that had taken her to the estate that Halloween night, the night that had twisted her life into something dark and unrecognizable.

The silence in the garage hung thickly around her, pierced only by the soft hum of the car's radio, playing a familiar Blink-182 song at barely a whisper. She adjusted herself in the seat, muscles taut as if even the slightest movement might break her cover. And then, she pressed the lock button.

The loud, unmistakable "click" echoed through the empty garage, reverberating back at her like a thunderclap.

She froze, watching through the windshield as his head whipped around at the sound. His expression shifted instantly, his eyes darkening as he registered the locked car with her behind the wheel. She could see his face go from mild disbelief to a deadpan, calculating stare, his mouth set in a line as he pieced together what had just happened.

With a sharp inhale, (Y/n) slammed the car into gear, her foot pressing the gas pedal hard. It was meant to be a gentle nudge, but the car surged forward with a jolt, its tires screeching against the cold concrete of the parking garage. The sudden motion sent her heart into her throat, the adrenaline making her pulse race even faster.

In the rearview mirror, she caught sight of him, a quick flicker of his dark form before his unsettling smile twisted on his face, sharp teeth glinting under the harsh light. His phone was already in his hand, and he casually began walking toward the elevator, his gaze still on the screen. But the sound of her tires tearing down the ramp made him look up, his eyes narrowing. He knew exactly what she was doing, and in that moment, she could see it in his face: the thrill of the chase had just begun.