sry guys I wrote all of these at like two am and im posting them cause I want 2 :3
Your life has become a twisted kind of fairy tale, one where Vil, Rook, and Epel play roles of obsession, each using their own methods to keep you tightly bound to them. Their affection is intense, dark, and relentless, and they each guard you jealously from anyone who might steal even a sliver of your attention. The longer you spend with them, the more isolated you become, trapped in the invisible cage they've built around you.
Vil's obsession with your "perfection" is suffocating. Under the guise of helping you reach your "full potential," he constantly scrutinizes every detail of your appearance, finding flaws and pointing them out under the pretense of "improvement." He's perfected the art of making you feel like you'll never be enough without him. To him, your insecurity is the key to keeping you close.
One day, he takes you aside, his sharp gaze raking over you as he tilts his head thoughtfully. "Y/N, have you looked at yourself lately?" he murmurs, his tone cold and almost disappointed. "You're slipping. The circles under your eyes, your skin... it's clear you haven't been taking my advice seriously."
You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, but he doesn't stop. Instead, he takes your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look into his piercing eyes. "I'm only trying to help you, Y/N," he says softly, though there's no warmth in his voice. "Without my guidance, you'd be... ordinary." His words sting, each one chipping away at your self-worth until you feel smaller, more dependent on him.
"You don't want that, do you?" he continues, brushing a thumb over your cheek in a feigned act of kindness. "I'm the only one who truly understands how to bring out your best qualities. Without me, you'd be nothing but another face in the crowd. Surely you wouldn't want that humiliation."
Vil's words linger, sinking deep into your thoughts until doubt becomes a constant companion. You begin to question every decision, every aspect of yourself. His critiques echo in your mind, reinforcing the idea that you're only worthwhile under his approval, that anyone else who shows you kindness is simply humoring you or has hidden motives. Vil's carefully planted seeds of insecurity begin to isolate you, making you reliant on his validation as if it's the only thing holding you together.
Rook, on the other hand, treats you like a deity—his beloved muse, his perfect vision of beauty and grace. But his admiration is overwhelming, so intense that it feels like he's putting you on a pedestal you're afraid to fall from. His obsession goes beyond mere affection; he worships you, willing to do anything to prove his undying devotion.
One evening, as you're sitting alone, Rook appears by your side with his usual quiet intensity. He reaches for your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to each of your fingertips, his gaze never leaving your face.
"Ah, mon trésor, do you have any idea how exquisite you are?" he whispers, his voice filled with reverence. "You're like a rare gem, a masterpiece that could never be replicated. I am blessed simply to exist in your presence." His words, though beautiful, make you uneasy; they feel more like a declaration than simple admiration.
"Rook... you don't have to say all that," you murmur, feeling your face heat under his gaze, but he merely smiles, cupping your face in his hands.
"Non, you don't understand," he insists, his voice growing softer, more intense. "You are perfection itself, mon amour. Others may look at you, but they can never see you as I do. I'd give my very life to protect you from anyone who would dare taint your radiance." He presses his lips to yours in a fervent kiss, one that seems to brand you, as if he's staking his claim. His touch is possessive, his kisses leaving you breathless and marked with a sense of ownership that makes your skin tingle.
He pulls back only slightly, his lips grazing yours with each word. "You belong with me, Y/N," he whispers, his voice a haunting promise. "I'd fight the world to keep you by my side, to ensure no one else ever gets the chance to taint your perfection."
Epel's obsession is fiery, violent, and nearly uncontrollable. His jealousy is fierce, simmering just beneath the surface, and it flares up at the slightest hint of anyone else getting close to you. He doesn't bother hiding his feelings; to him, anyone who dares approach you is a threat, someone he needs to eliminate to keep you to himself.
One afternoon, a classmate innocently strikes up a conversation with you, simply asking for some help with an assignment. Before you can respond, Epel appears beside you, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed as he glares at the other student.
"What do you think you're doing?" he snaps, his tone hostile and laced with venom. The classmate stammers an excuse, but Epel steps forward, his fists clenched at his sides as he glares them down.
"They don't need you. Back off." His voice is a low, dangerous growl, and the classmate quickly backs away, glancing at you with a mixture of confusion and fear before hurrying off. Epel turns back to you, his expression softening slightly, but there's a dark, possessive gleam in his eyes.
"You don't need them, Y/N," he mutters, taking your hand in his and holding it tightly. "I can give you everything you need. I won't let anyone else have you." His grip on your hand is almost bruising, but he doesn't seem to notice—or maybe he doesn't care. To him, you're his, and he'll do whatever it takes to make sure you stay that way.
Over time, their obsessive behavior intensifies. Vil's critiques become sharper, more insidious, leaving you feeling like you're constantly on the edge of failure. He ensures you feel inadequate without his guidance, planting doubts that make you question whether anyone else could ever appreciate you as he does. Rook's reverent affection grows suffocating, his devotion so intense that it borders on possessiveness, each kiss a reminder that he sees you as something precious, something he would kill to protect. And Epel's jealousy becomes dangerous, his violent outbursts and constant need for reassurance leaving you feeling like a caged bird, too frightened to look at anyone else for fear of setting him off.
One evening, you finally reach a breaking point and try to tell them that you need some space. But the reaction is immediate and terrifying.
Vil merely laughs, his tone icy as he crosses his arms and gives you a pitying look. "Space? You think you'd be better off on your own?" He shakes his head, his gaze cold. "You wouldn't last a day. You need me, Y/N. Without my guidance, you'd fall apart. I'm the only one who truly understands what you need to become someone worthy."
Rook steps forward, taking your hands in his and pulling you close, his gaze filled with adoration and desperation. "Oh, mon amour, you're simply overwhelmed. I'll protect you from everything, even from yourself if I must." He presses his lips to yours, the kiss deepening until you feel dazed, his grip on you tightening as if he's afraid you'll vanish.
Epel's reaction is even more frightening. His eyes flash with anger, his hands clenching into fists as he glares at you. "You think you can just walk away?" he hisses, his voice low and dangerous. "After everything I've done for you? I won't let you. You're mine, Y/N. If anyone tries to take you away, I'll make sure they regret it."
Between Vil's manipulative control, Rook's suffocating devotion, and Epel's violent jealousy, you find yourself trapped, each of them pulling you deeper into their twisted version of love. Their affection is a cage, one they have no intention of ever letting you escape. And with each passing day, you realize that the more you resist, the tighter their hold on you becomes.
