𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 ✎ 𝙗𝙨𝙙✘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝟬𝟬𝟯

Female!Yandere!Reader

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First time I saw you. I was swept off my feet. Your beautiful silky brown hair flying side to side. Your mysterious brown eyes looked at me. You were speaking to me but I couldn't hear a single word that left your mouth because I was too fazed by your beauty.

On our first case together you protected me from anyone and anything. Like a shining knight would protect his princess. I wasn't weak. Far from that. I just couldn't focus because of you.

In the next 7 months I realized that I love you. Truly. It isn't some silly crush. I would give up everything for you.

We have gotten closer for these seven months. You would often invite me to go to Uzumaki Cafe. There we would talk and laugh but there is one thing that bothers me.

Other women you flirt with and ask them to commit double suicide with you. I don't want you to die. Let alone die with some witch you don't even know.

The mass women murder that has been happening in the city doesn't scare me. People say that the murderer only kills beautiful women. Not true.

That is the case you work on, together with Kunikida and Ranpo. It was originally only you and your partner but since you couldn't solve the mystery Ranpo was assigned to help you. Unfortunately for you, not even Ranpo can figure it out. He is a bit depressed but he'll get over it eventually.

Those murdered women have nothing in common for you to figure why they were murdered you say. That is wrong. Very, very wrong. They were all giggling when you flirted with them. Some of them even dared to ask for your number. But they never called you...

I already know who the culprit is, but I won't tell anyone. After all who would sell themselves out?

I confessed to you. But you rejected me. I felt my nails piercing my skin and blood pouring down my hand.

I'm tired of waiting. I'll have you. One way or another.

You were scared, scared of me. You called me a demon. You said my eyes were the eyes of the murderer. You aren't wrong. But it doesn't change the fact that it angered me.

You woke up in my room. The drug I injected in you must have been strong. You were asleep for 3 days. Nobody is worried about you though. Because nobody cares about you except for me.

You were angry at me. Yelling that once you got out I would be in prison and most likely executed because of mass murder.

I don't care about that. You can't get out either way. And since you don't know what will happen if you try running away, I had to show you.

I led you to my precious basement. The place I keep all of my prized possessions. One of them was surprisingly alive. Awsome. Now I can show you what happens if you try to betray me.

You didn't move, well you couldn't because of the shock and restrains. But it was clear that you wouldn't even think of running away.

At least that is what I thought. Or should I say, that is what you thought I thought. I knew you were planning to run away and that your obedience was just an act.