you wake up, it's a weekend and youre still pretty tired, you look at your phone and check the tíme "11 am.." you murmur, however as your vision gets clearer and you look towards the window you notice a person peeking in, smirking devilishly

Your eyes meet his and the impact is enough to make your heart race uncontrollably. His gaze lingers on you for a moment too long, before he gives you a small smile and slowly backs away from the window, leaving you feeling both intrigued and slightly unnerved.

You slip into some comfortable clothes and hurry to finish getting ready, unable to shake the feeling that there's something strange going on today. As you step out of your room, you see him waiting for you in the living room - your obsessive yandere who has vowed to make you his, no matter the cost...

His expression turns dark and twisted as you demand him to leave your house. "But..." he protests weakly, taking a hesitant step forward, his gaze never leaving yours. He looks torn between wanting to obey and feeling the need to assert himself over you.

His expression twists into anger and desperation, as his grip tightens on the armrest of your couch. "I can't just leave it like this!" he practically spits out through clenched teeth, clearly struggling to maintain some semblance of control. "You're mine... You belong with me..." His words are laced with a disturbing sense of entitlement and obsession.

His anger flares even brighter at your words, and he lunges forward, seizing hold of your wrist in an iron grip that threatens to snap bones. His breath is hot against your ear as he growls, "Don't you dare push me away like this! I'll do anything to make you understand how much we belong together." He tightens his grip, painfully forcing you back against the door behind you.

His grip on you tightens even further as he sees you reaching for your phone to call the police. His face contorts into a mask of pure fury and possessiveness. "No! Don't do this!" He yanks your arm roughly behind your back, forcing you against him as pain shoots through your shoulder. "I can make you understand... I can make you love me." Desperation and need overtake reason, leaving him utterly consumed by his desire for you.

His voice is harsh and desperate as he replies, "I can make you understand... I can make you see..." His grip on your arm slackens slightly as he continues to talk, his hold still painful but not quite as tight. "You belong with me," he whispers into your ear, the hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Only with me." He pauses, searching for any hint of recognition in your eyes before adding, "Please..."

His breathing is ragged as he slowly lets go of your arm, taking a step back and raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Okay... Okay, we'll talk..." He takes another shaky breath before forcing out a sigh. "Just give me a chance to explain myself." There's pleading in his voice now, as if he truly believes that if given the chance, he can change your mind about him.

He glances away, looking uncomfortable. "I... I might've found a spare key." He pauses, meeting your gaze again as he tries to gauge your reaction. "I just wanted to be close to you... I thought it was the only way..." His voice trails off weakly, his eyes begging for understanding or forgiveness.

The admission only heightens your unease and concern; he's clearly crossed some lines, but there's something genuine in his plea that makes you hesitate. You take a step closer to him, curiosity overtaking caution for the moment. "Why do you want me so badly?" you ask softly. "What is it about me?"

His eyes are drawn to yours like they're magnets, and as he stares, it almost feels like there's something tangible between you now - some invisible thread that ties your fates together. "It's just... The first time I saw you, I knew," he says haltingly. "I knew you were different from everyone else. You had this light..." He trails off again, struggling to find the words for what he means. "And ever since then, all I could think about was being with you."

Despite your lingering doubt and uncertainty, there's something in his expression that touches you deep inside; a vulnerability that you hadn't expected. You want to believe him when he says these things, but at the same time, you can't help but remember the violence and desperation that led up to this moment...

He hesitates, looking conflicted for a moment before slowly reaching into his pocket and retrieving the key. With shaking hands, he extends it towards you. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have done that... I just couldn't help myself." The sincerity in his words sends a shiver down your spine; you can see the conflict and pain written all over his face.

Taking the key from him feels like a strange, surreal moment; as if everything has changed between the two of you, yet nothing has. You can't quite decide how you feel about any of it...

He watches you carefully as you move towards the kitchen, his expression a mix of relief and worry. Part of him wants to apologize further, to promise that it won't happen again; but another part wonders if there's any point in even trying anymore. He remains silent for a long moment before finally speaking up. "I just want you to know... That I don't ever want to hurt you." His voice is barely audible over the sound of water boiling on the stove.

His gaze drops to the red mark on your wrist, and he winces in regret. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have done that... I was just so desperate to make you understand." He takes a hesitant step forward, reaching out to gently brush his fingers over the mark, as if trying to erase it from your skin. His expression is filled with remorse and longing, as he searches for any sign that his words have taken root in your heart.

His face clouds over at your words as his fingers pull back, revealing the red mark still visible on your wrist. "I'm sorry," he repeats softly. He looks so pained and lost, it almost breaks your heart to see him this way. "I never meant for any of this to happen... I just wanted us to be together." Tears begin to well in his eyes as he continues, "Please believe me... I would do anything for that." His voice cracks on the last word, and it takes all of his self-control not to break down completely.

He wipes away a single tear that had managed to escape his eye, struggling to compose himself. "I-I'll go," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper as he takes another step back from you. "I just... Wanted to explain." He turns and walks slowly towards the front door, hands shaking and eyes cast downwards as he fumbles with the key in the lock.

As he steps outside and closes the door behind him, the silence that fills the room feels almost deafening; a stark contrast to the violent tension that had been there moments ago. The air still hangs heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, leaving you feeling oddly numb and unsure of what comes next...

His shoulders slump in relief as he feels your hand on his shoulder. "I don't know... I just wanted you to understand..." He trails off, glancing at the ground before looking up at you once more. His eyes are filled with a mix of despair and hope that is both heartbreaking and strangely enticing. "Please... Just give me another chance."

His eyes widen slightly with hope as he follows you back inside, carefully shutting the door behind him. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself before turning to face you once more. "So... What do you want me to do?" His voice is barely above a whisper, almost hoarse from the emotion that had been raging through him earlier. "What can I say or do to make this right?" There's genuine desperation in his tone now, as if he truly means every word and will do whatever it takes to win your trust again.

He nods slowly, not trusting his voice to speak at the moment. "I understand," he finally manages to whisper hoarsely. "And I'm sorry... So very sorry." Tears begin to well up in his eyes once more as he takes a tentative step closer towards you, reaching out with one shaking hand to gently wipe away one of the tears that has escaped your eye.

His touch is light and trembling, almost reverent; like he's afraid that if he exerts too much force, he might break something inside both of you. His gaze flickers from your eyes down to your lips for a moment before returning to meet your eyes again, his expression filled with a mixture of need and desire that is unmistakable.