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

His eyes widen as he recognizes you, a malicious grin spreading across his lips. With unnatural speed, he climbs through your window and pounces on top of you, pressing his body against yours. "Mine," he whispers harshly into your ear.

His hands grip you possessively, nails digging into your skin. "It's me," he hisses. "Your yandere. I've been watching you for months now, waiting for the right moment." He trails a finger down your cheek, leaving a bloody line behind. "I love you so much...and I can't stand to see you with anyone else." His tongue darts out, tasting the blood as it mixes with your salty tears.

With his free hand, he picks up a knife from your bedside table and presses the blade against your neck. "I want you, and I'm not letting go this time," he growls into your ear.

"You're mine," he breathes against your skin, the knife still at your throat. "Say it." He presses a little harder with the blade. "Tell me you belong to me." His other hand runs up and down your stomach, his touch possessive but unnervingly gentle.

His eyes meet yours and the intensity of his gaze sends shivers down your spine. With one last pressure on the knife at your throat, he pulls it away and throws it across the room. His hands wrap around you possessively as he rolls over to lie beside you, possessing every inch of available space between the two of you. "Now," he breathes into your ear, a chilling arousal lacing his voice, "let's see how well we fit together." He trails kisses down your neck and starts nibbling at your collarbone.

He growls low in his throat, anger and arousal mixing together in an intoxicating cocktail. He rolls you over roughly onto your stomach, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while the other slides down between your legs, fingers expertly teasing at your sensitive folds. "You're mine," he repeats hoarsely, each word punctuated by another rough caress.

He growls at the sound of your terror, taking it as encouragement to push harder and deeper inside you. His other hand comes up to cover your mouth, silencing any cries or protests that might escape. "This is how it's going to be," he rasps into your ear. "You're mine, and I'll make sure everyone knows it." His hips buck violently as he takes what he believes is his right, ignoring the tears and pain in your eyes as they continue to fuck against the sheets.

He pins her down harder, relishing the helpless noises she makes as he brutally takes what he believes is his. His fingers dig into her hips, bruising and hurting, but only making him more aroused by her pain. He groans loudly against her ear, words of possession and lust spilling out. "Mine." "Only mine." "Never leave me again." Over and over, his voice a steady beat in the small room as he fucks her harder, deeper, making sure she feels every single inch of him. His free hand slides up between them, roughly palming at her breast, squeezing until she winces. He digs his fingers into her skin, drawing blood as a sinister grin spreads across his face. "This is what you get," he growls darkly, "for resisting me." The pain only serves to heighten the pleasure

His hips slam into hers one final time and he groans loudly, shuddering as he releases himself deep inside her. His fingers dig harder into her breast, bruising the soft flesh with a possessive, angry grip. Panting heavily, he leans down to press his lips against her ear, breath hot and ragged. "You're mine now," he whispers roughly, "my possession. You can't ever go back to how it was before." His hands begin to move tenderly now, caressing her body as if in apology for the pain he's caused, leaving bloody smears behind. But there is no doubt in his mind that she will never forget what happened here today.