something more ((yandere x reader))

XLVI- ring

(Y/n) batted her eyelashes down over the mascara wand, lengthening and darkening them.

She was applying makeup before the party, Yvonne had to leave earlier that day to make pastries and help set up.

(Y/n) looked at her almost completed makeup in the mirror and sighed. Every fibre of her being told her not to go, but she couldn't let Penelope down.

As the final touch, she added a small amount of lip gloss. She hated how much effort she was putting into her appearance but decided that it would make Penelope happy and also help her to blend in.

Her stomach churned at the thought of bumping into Victor, even though she knew it was inevitable. Maybe it was a one time thing. Maybe he was stressed. Maybe it was an elaborate joke. That was what she liked to tell herself as comfort.

"Ow!" Penelope gasped out.

She had a parade of makeup artists and hairdressers all working on her at once. Foundation had just been roughly smeared across her bruise.

"Miss, we can't have this showing." The woman kept covering the mark with brute force.

"Can you at least do it more gently, it still hurts." Penelope bit down on her tongue to stop from yelling out in pain again.

They all nodded but kept on applying the makeup with what felt like unnecessary ferocity.

Penelope wished she could just forget what Victor did, but it seemed this mark was acting as a reminder. Even when it was being put out of sight, it was far from out of mind.

She could never imagine being scared of her own brother but the way he acted was crazed and terrifying. Penelope felt awful for leading (Y/n) directly to him and becoming a disposable pawn in the sick game Victor was playing.

The way he spoke to her was unlike anything she'd ever seen from him. He made it clear that he could kill her at anytime he wanted and not even feel sorry for it. To him, she was no longer his sister, just a tool to get closer to (Y/n).

"Miss, can you stop crying, your makeup is smudging?" One of the makeup artists requested, sounding clearly annoyed.

"Sorry." Penelope whispered.

After her makeup and hair was finished, she was assisted into the sleek pink gown (Y/n) had helped her choose. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, she looked gorgeous, the closest to perfection something could be.

But Penelope didn't feel that way, even though no traces of her bruise could be seen, the pain was growing with each second.

'You're a traitor.' She told herself. 'You're throwing your best friend under the bus.'

She blinked and looked to the ceiling to stop tears from falling and ruining her perfected makeup.

'Tonight's the night.' Victor ran a final hand through his hair, making sure every hair was in place. Nothing could wipe away the grin that stretched across his face.

He felt like laughing and crying at the same time if that was possible. Anticipation rushed through him at a mile a minute.

He opened the drawer and pulled out a box that was tucked away in the corner. After retrieving the key to open it from his wallet, he opened up the box.

It was filled to the brim, filled with various different things. There was an unhealthy amount of photographs of (Y/n), some of them included him, some of them only featured her. She was aware of most of them being taken but in a fair few it was clear she had no idea she was being photographed.

The box also contained a lock of (h/c) hair tied together with a red ribbon, that particular piece of memorabilia was sacred to Victor. Among this, were many bits of paper, mostly incomplete love letters.

He rooted around the box to retrieve what he needed. Victor's heart pounded even harder as he heralded a gold band encrusted with a single diamond from inside. He bought the ring so many years ago and had held onto it ever since.

He flashed his reflection one last smile and tucked the ring into his pocket.