W I L D (Yandere hybrid x reader)

20:

The Levine Manor - 7:35 am

Never had I been so restless until these early hours of the morning...

The lingering touch of a broad-palmed grasp against my teary cheek, was the most simple of tender gestures, though, through that gentleness contrasted by roughened nature; this sweet moment embedded me a sleepless condition of clammy perspiration and gnawing uneasiness all through the night.

There was no comfort. The refined leisure and embellished decor of the bedroom suite that once pleased part of my materialistic self had come to hold no bearing on me anymore; the silk bedding of the queen size was just coverings, the rich perfumes wafting through the air were just light aromas and the high-class outfits at my availability were just clothes.

I was insomniac, stricken by understanding that the being who had held my cheek so graciously, possesses such destructive potential lying beneath their skin. The thought of him chased me through tedious hours of constantly turning over between covers in a cold sweat, repeatedly washing my face with cold water to relieve stress-brought headaches. And with time, becoming flighty as the wind; morning arrived before I even attempted to close my eyes.

*knock knock knock*

By the rhythmic echo of tapping wood, the grand bedroom suite's door offensively creaks open in a prolonging drawl, a switch clicks, and a spate of white glow sets the glistening crystal chandelier alight. I heedlessly grumble my displeasure of the obtrusive exposure, harshly rub my firm-shut, dry-stinging eyes, and slowly shift up from under heat-flushed bedding.

"Good morning, my dear." A familiarly unique accented female voice greets from afar in hushed, low volume.

I centre my adjusting eyes towards the individual in question, and there, draped in a flowy green-red patterned shweshwe dress with a shining silver platter perched between her thick hands... Miss Lelita strides into the room, beaming with a full-cheeked smile.

"Lelita?"

The woman came in free-flowing movement, delighted, and swaying with general joviality. The Kenyan shakes her head and tsks when placing down the platter on the bedside table. "Do you not recognise me? ah?" I chuckle at her teasing ways and sigh with contentment. Finally being within her caring presence relieves a sunken part of me that recollected her shock-stiffened arrival.

"You look better-uhng!"

In sudden immediacy brought on of overwhelming discomfort, I clutch my tightening abdomen, sensing something of my body was not right. A fiery blaze of sharp swelling explodes from my throbbing stomach, burning my flesh, surging with repulsive malaise and gripping every part of my innards in a ruthless seizure.

"Oh! do not move yet!" Miss Lelita demands in a slight panic and rushes to my aid in a clattering hurry.

I furiously pant, gripping my aching sides, and clenching my jaw as if I could forcibly swallow down the burn. Lelita smacks my shoulder, twice, to get my attention from her adjusting a pillow from behind. She gestures for me to sink back into the softness so I cautiously reel back, sucking in small cries. As I stop moving, the soreness recedes.

Miss Lelita sauntered around my bedside table, caring to leave an eye on my condition. I watched her and began to form an undefined tendency that was luring my eyes in the direction of the parted bedroom suite door. Out in the hallway, I caught a quickly evading flash of long brown hair, though brief, it was undeniable.

"That 'Francis Levine' is a smart one, he says you would react like this. " Lelita was pouring steaming chartreuse liquid from a fragile china teapot into a matching teacup. The woman displayed quite predictive and controlled movements, once again confirming her recovery from the bout of shock she had yesterday.