Must've Had Me Hypnotized Yandere Masky X Reader
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Last published Fri, Jan 3, 2020
The masked man leaned casually against the wall, tapping the toe of his boots against the rough asphalt, his attention on the young woman walking across the street with her friends laughing and joking around. The man chuckled under his breath as his dark eyes followed her every move, the swing of her hips, the way the sunlight hit her and to listen to every laugh or joke stumble of off her lips, the feeling growing and rooting into his chest as he continued to eye her the way a predator would when watching its prey from afar. The man pulled a cigarette out as he lifted the mask up enough to reveal a crooked grin as he lit the cigarette taking a slow drag as he continued to watch. Soon his plan will be set in place, one way or another..
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