Close Enough to Touch You - Yandere Sisters Boyfriend x Reader
You try not to notice the way he looks at you.
Not out of politeness, not even loyalty to your sister — but because the weight of his gaze feels like a confession you were never supposed to hear.
He's always around.
Not just because your sister drags him into every room she occupies, but because he gravitates toward you, not her. You learn the rhythm of his presence: footsteps that slow when they reach your bedroom door, a voice that lowers when he’s speaking only to you, compliments wrapped in shared glances that your sister is too in love to catch.
She thinks he’s devoted. You know better.
You see it in how he listens to your stories with aching attention. How he remembers small, insignificant things — what brand of tea makes you feel nostalgic, which book chapter made you cry in middle school. He praises you through your sister, gifting her the things you casually mentioned to him in passing.
And still, she never notices.
Her happiness becomes your prison. Because how do you unravel what he’s doing without destroying what she thinks is love?
Then one night, it’s quiet.
You’re alone in the kitchen, the light above humming in soft amber. He walks in — slow, deliberate, almost reverent.
“You know, you’re all I ever wanted, not your sister, not to be in this family. You” he says gently, but you sense his condescending tone under apparent the praise.
You don’t speak. Don’t move.
“I didn’t know how else to reach you.” His eyes shine like bruised glass. “So I chose her. I thought... maybe if I stayed close enough, you'd see me eventually.”
You say his name like a warning. But he steps closer, unafraid.
“She doesn’t even know I’m in love with someone else,” he breathes. “She never sees me, not the real me. But you do, don’t you?”
You back away. But he just smiles. Not cruelly — worse. Like you’d just accepted a gift he’d been waiting to give.
“I’ll never hurt her. That’s not my goal. I just needed someone to introduce me to you. I needed a reason to be here.”
You realize then, with a sick twist in your stomach, that every gesture toward your sister was choreography — every laugh, every date, every “I love you” rehearsed, meant only to keep him in your orbit.
And now he’s here. Waiting.
And if you don’t return that love?
You have no idea what he’ll do.
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