Possessive Whispers by ungodlywords
tags: yandere, soft yandere, manipulative, possessive
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I can’t stand it anymore. They’re always looking at you, their stupid eyes flickering like moths drawn to your light. It drives me insane. You don’t even see it, do you? How they look at you, like you’re some kind of prize to be won. Well, let me tell you, they’re wrong. You belong to me.
“Do you have any idea how much I hate it when they look at you? So fucking much.”
I swear, I could feel the anger boiling inside me, but I had to keep my voice low, steady. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me unravel. “You think this is a game? You think being popular means anything? It doesn’t. They’re not your friends; they’re just pretending. Just like you pretend you don’t notice how they stare at you like you’re the only thing in the room.”
I stepped closer, my breath hitching as I leaned in, searching your eyes for understanding. “You have to understand. I’ve seen how they look at you, their sick, twisted smiles. They want to take you away from me. Do you really think I’m going to let that happen?”
I shook my head, clenching my fists as the frustration poured out. “You have no idea what they say about you. Do you even care? They talk behind your back. They laugh and whisper like you’re some kind of joke.” I took a step back, the space between us heavy with tension. “But you? You just stand there, smiling, acting like everything is fine. It’s not fine.”
“I don’t like sharing. You’re mine. Mine to protect, mine to cherish. You think this is just some silly crush? I don’t care what it takes; I’ll make sure they never look at you again.” I paced back and forth, my mind racing with all the things I wanted to say. “You need to be careful. If you keep talking to them, you won’t be able to get rid of me. And believe me, I won’t just sit back and watch them take what’s mine.”
I stopped in front of you, my eyes boring into yours, willing you to see the truth. “They don’t know you like I do. They don’t see how perfect you are, how special you are to me. It infuriates me! How can you be so blind?”
I leaned in again, my voice dropping to a whisper. “If you want them to stop looking at you, you need to stop being so… you. Do you get what I’m saying? Just for a moment, think about what I’m asking. I don’t want to hurt you; I want to protect you from them.”
I stepped even closer, our faces mere inches apart, the weight of my words hanging in the air. “I just want you to know: if I ever see them look at you again, it won’t end well for them. And you? You need to choose—me or them.”
I stared into your eyes, hoping you’d finally understand the depth of my love and how far I would go to keep you safe.
“Please, don’t make me remind you again who you truly belong to.”