THE SIDE PROJECT .... ?xReader

THE SIDE PROJECT .... ?xReader

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During most days, they act normal. They have an everyday job, working at a simple place, a Café. Very, very clique, but it's where they work. They met someone once. Just a few months ago, they met their love of their life. Love at first sight, only for them. The other hadn't noticed, nor had they cared. The other went to a Café once. And little did they know, it would be the beginning of the worst time of their life. They wouldn't ever know it, but they felt the feeling of eyes watching them day in and day out. But they couldn't figure out if it was mere paranoia or if it was real. !!THIS IS NOT AN ATTEMPT TO GLORIFY/ENCOURAGE YANDERE AND STALKER BEHAVIOR!! WARNINGS: Hinted Kidnapping Urge to Hurt Knife Yandere/Stalker actions Began On: Ended On: Edited On:
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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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