Six Paths of Infatuation: Yanderes X Reader

Love Takes Time: Stryker

"Love doesn't just happen overnight." I told Mika. "That's how you get your heart broken. Love takes time, and people have to work at it to make it real." I reached over to a book on the shelf and felt my arm paralyze, frozen immediately.

"Fucking hell (Name), why did you reach for the most cursed thing in the room?" She said, moving from her place on the table, taking the book from the shelf. Mika rolled her eyes and sat back on the desk, the book opening to a page written in some foreign language in red ink.

"Well, what is it?" I asked curiously.

"Head Witch Sabrina's Book of Shadows. A compilation of spells, hexes, runes, and magic circles with highly restrictive regulations on who can actually use them. I got rid of someone for her, so I can use them." Mika explained. "However, if a forbidden mortal like you touched it, your soul would be eternally trapped in an endless loop of your worst nightmares for eternity. So I'll say it again: Don't. Touch. ANYTHING." I sighed and sat down on the chair, rubbing my eyes. Despite her speech, it still didn't make any sense. She sighed, facing me. Her eyes had returned to its former color, watching me carefully.

"Look, for what it's worth, I agree with your answer. Just be careful around your new boy-toy, okay?" She said. "He's got a lot more to reveal than you think...unlike that senseless jackass that fired me...fucking piece of shit..."

"What's he got to hide?" I asked, laying back in the chair. She shook her head, picking up her clipboard.

"I'm not going to tell you. Where's the fun in that?" She asked. "Besides, you should be heading back now. I can only keep you here for so long."

"How do you send me back anyway?" I asked curiously.

"Curiosity killed the cat (Name), curiosity killed the cat." She told me blankly. "Just close your eyes and keep your mouth shut." Despite her harshness, I knew their had to be a soft spot somewhere in Mika's heart. Maybe she was actually helping me. Who knows? I complied and closed my eyes slowly, hearing the gentle tick of a clock.

"Count backwards from ten."

10...
9...
8...
7...

My eyes opened gently, the soft sunlight filtering through my window. It was calm and quiet, like Bob Ross had personally come in painted the world himself. I almost hated to get up out of bed, but I guess somebody had to wake up Stryker. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, yawning and checking my phone.

1PM.
No new messages.

I looked out of my window, seeing Roy sitting on the roof with a cigarette between his lips and a Red Bull next to him. At least he wasn't sitting out in the pouring rain anymore. I opened my window and he turned around, smiling at me.

"Morning dollface." Roy said, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

"It's one in the afternoon Roy." I told him. He shrugged, cracking open the energy drink and moving away the cigarette to take a huge gulp.

"Which means it's now socially acceptable to drink my Red Bull." He said, shaking the can around. "Why don't you come out here and join me? It's not too hot yet. I'll even put out my cigarette for ya. Whaddya say doll?" I rolled my eyes. I guess chivalry wasn't dead, even among criminals.

"What a gentleman." I said dryly, carefully stepping out to the roof. I sat next to him as he put his cigarette out, flicking the butt to the ground.

"So what's with you and sitting on roofs huh?" I asked playfully. He shrugged.

"An emo thing I guess. Like playing guitar or dying your hair." Roy told me. He reached into his jacket, pulling out a bottle of my favorite soda. He held it out to me and smiled, waiting for me to take it. I smiled back, grabbing it and opening it. The gentle hiss of the air escaping the soda was oddly satisfying to hear.

"You know Roy, for a bad boy, you're not so bad, you know?" I told him. He shrugged, watching me drink down the soda with a warm grin on his face. He took another big drink of his Red Bull, looking up at the sky.

"Come on, let's go inside. I'll make that breakfast I was talking about." Roy said, climbing back for the window. "Oh, and I wouldn't speak so soon." I followed him, ignoring his last comment and messily falling into my bed. There was no way Roy could be so bad of a person. Maybe it wasn't all a front, but a lot of it seemed to be more for the style.

"What's with that Riker guy you were hanging out with dollface?" He asked, watching me struggle to get off the bed. I laughed, but his expression didn't change.

"He's...an old friend." I said, half telling him the truth. "It was the first time we really hung out in years." What was I supposed to tell him? He was my cat gone human? Roy shrugged, leaning into the wall and pressing his forehead against him.

"Do you love him?" He asked, his foot tapping.

"What?" I asked, clearly confused. "What is that even supposed to m—"

"Do you. Love. Him?"

The threatening tone behind his voice worried me. I had never seen him like this, never! What was going on with him?!

"N-No!" I stammered, watching his body convulse for a moment. He laughed oddly, the foot tapping ceasing.

"Oh. That's good. You won't have the time to think about trying to love anyone else either." Roy said. Before I could respond, my head started to throb and I doubled over in pain, holding my head in agony. He silently shifted away from his place on the wall, kneeling down to look at me in the eyes. Roy stroked my hair, moving a piece or two out of my face. He was responsible for this! That soda...the way that the air came out of it when I opened it, the way it tasted...

He did this.

"What have you done?!" I screamed at him. A coy smile appeared on his face as I realized that he knew what was hurting me so bad. I was too weak to fight, and an overpowering weakness came over me.

"Made you mine."