A Silent Obsession || Yanderisch Feitan x Oc

The Prolog

Feitan sat quietly in the corner of the room, his body language a mix of disinterest and simmering frustration. The Phantom Troup was busy planning their next heist, but his focus was elsewhere. His dark eyes, ever sharp, followed the subtle movements of a figure at the far side of the room.

It was Hana. Hana Lucilfer, who had somehow managed to capture his attention from the moment she'd joined the troupe. She was different from the others-more quiet, more delicate, with a strength that was barely hidden beneath to surface. But that wasn't why he found himself drawn to her. No it was something deeper, something dangerous.

A soft smile tugged at Hana's lips as she glances in his direction, her eyes catching his. She doesn't speak, but the way she looks at him, with that hint of something unnerving, was enough.

Feitan was used to fear, to being the one who instilled the others. But when it came to her, he felt something else— a tightness in his chest, a strange possessiveness that he couldn't ignore. He couldn't stop watching her. He couldn't stop needing to know where you were, what you were doing, even when you were just quietly sitting at the table, minding your own business.

At first, he told himself it was just curiosity, a passing interest in a new member of the Troupe. But then, it was everything. He noticed how she lingered near him during missions, how her eyes follows his movements when she thought he wasn't looking, and how the smallest of gestures, a simple touch or glance, made his pulse quicken in ways that terrified him.

And now... he couldn't tear his gaze away from her. He wanted to possess every part of her— mind, body, soul— until she was nothing but his. Feitan's expression remained stoic, but inside, his thoughts were a whirlwind of obsession. The line between love and possession blurred in his mind, and he was no longer sure where one ended and where one began.

Hana senses his gaze and, without a word, slowly stood up and walked toward him, Her movements deliberate. Every step every inch of closer, made his heart race faster, thought his face never betrayed his thoughts.

"Feitan" she said quietly, her voice as smooth as silk, but with an undercurrent of something far more sinnister.

Feitan finally broke in his silence, his voice low and gravelly. "What do you want?"

She smiles again, her eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of affection and something darker. "I want to make sure, you don't miss me when I'm gone." Her words sent a shiver down his spine. She was teasing him, playing her game— but Feitan had already lost.

He reached out, grabbing her wirst with surprising gentleness, pulling you in close. "You won't go anywhere", he whispered. "Not without me"

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