- COFFEE BREAK - [ Yandere X Reader ]

- COFFEE BREAK - [ Yandere X Reader ]

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"Don't test me, [Y/n]" His rich and supercilious voice made the hairs on your back stood up. Your face flushed bright red. How does your name sound so.. . appealing... whenever he mentions it. It rolled off his tongue ever so perfectly that you can't help but wonder why it also makes your knees weak. Like a jelly, shaking as he further back you up the wall. "W-what do you mean? I said it was an accident." [E/C] eyes traveled down to where you 'accidentally' poured hot coffee on his white collar shirt. He tried choking you multiple times and you did too, even pulling his hair as you did so, saying that you'll either have to pull it off yourself or you'll shave his head bald. But this time, you couldn't even bring yourself to react usually to his hand slowly creeping its way up your neck. "A cadaver like you shouldn't be talking too much." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ༄ I do not own any of the arts used in this story. They all belong to their rightful owners. ༄ I'm discounting this story (sort of)
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I woke up in a room I didn't recognize, my fingers tracing the rough fabric of a bedspread that wasn't mine. The air was thick with something unfamiliar, and every small difference in the space set off alarm bells in my head. My heart raced as I scrambled for the door-locked. Panic clawed at my chest. Then he appeared in the doorway, his smile crooked, his eyes dark with intent. He spoke no words, but his presence alone screamed danger. Every exit was sealed. Every attempt to call for help met with eerie dismissals from voices that seemed in on the nightmare. And as he handed me a letter-a love note scrawled in childish handwriting-I realized this wasn't just a kidnapping. It was something far worse. I don't know who he is. I don't know what he wants. But I do know one thing: I need to escape before it's too late.

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