So i don’t know if you do escape attempts but can i request a Yandere Marshall Lee x fem reader?
Comment: so so sorry for the whole ass year delay, I got you bb girl😘
You remembered the first time you tried to leave. You had to be careful. He could sense fear, and thrive on it. (maybe it was because his mother was from a powerful family) But you had planned meticulously, knowing every creak in the floorboards, every shadowed corner of his house (looked more like a gothy church though)
The night was silent, and the moonlight cast eerie patterns through the stained glass windows. You crept through the halls, your heart pounding in your chest. Every step you took was calculated, every breath silent. You had almost made it to the door when you felt a cold hand on your wrist.
“Running away, are we?” Marshall’s voice was soft, almost playful, but there was an edge to it that made your blood run cold.
You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. His eyes, black and piercing, bore into yours. “Why would you want to leave, little bat?” he asked, his voice a dangerous whisper.
“I…I need my freedom,” you managed to stammer, your voice trembling.
He snickered, a mocking sound. “Freedom? With me, you have everything you could ever want. Why would you need anything else?”
His words wrapped around you like chains, heavy and suffocating. You knew he was right in a way. He had given you everything, but it came with a price. Your freedom, your sanity.
Marshall Lee’s expression softened slightly, but his eyes remained intense. “You don’t understand, do you? I can’t let you go. I won’t let you go.”
He pulled you closer, his cold lips brushing against your ear. “You’re mine, and nothing will change that.”
You felt a tear slip down your cheek. “Please, Marshall,” you whispered. “I can’t stay here.”
His grip loosened slightly, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of pain in his eyes. “Why?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. “Why would you want to leave me?”
“Because I don't want to live in fear,” you replied, your voice steadier now. “I can’t live like this.”
Marshall Lee’s face hardened again. “Then I’ll just have to make sure you never feel afraid again,” he said, his tone final.
He dragged you by the sleeve of your shirt. “You can try to escape, but know this: I’ll always find you. You’re mine, forever.”
As he dragged you back to your room, you realized that escaping Marshall Lee was not just about physical freedom. It was about breaking the chains he had wrapped around your mind and heart. And as long as he held the key, you knew you would never truly be free.
You knew he loved you in his own fucked up way, but it was a love that suffocated, that controlled.…
