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Yandere warning: obsession, isolation

Rubbing your hands together, you blew onto the freezing appendages, trying to gain some feeling back even as the cold seeped through your thin clothing, making you shiver. The sheets and comforter covering the bed had long since failed to retain any warmth, the brush of the cold cloth against your skin almost painful. Just down the hall, you knew there was a closet fully stocked with thick blankets to combat the nighttime chill of Scandinavian winters, but leaving this room was a risk you weren't quite cold enough to take just yet.

Huddling in on yourself, you stared hard at the door, trying to distract yourself from the persistent shaking wracking your entire body. With each passing moment you could feel the cold creeping into your bones, numbing your feet and hands and making your shaky breath cloud in the air before you. You knew you shouldn't even think about that oh so appealing closet that held the end to your suffering, knew it by the scars that covered your back, but your agony was making it hard to remember the consequences of leaving this room. Walking those few feet to the closet became more and more tempting each second your shivering continued.

...What if you were quick about it?

You didn't think Emil was home yet so he wouldn't even know. You would grab a blanket, warm up for a few minutes, and put it back before he came home. He would never know you had left the room, would never know that you had disobeyed him.

'He would know,' a small, terrified voice whispered in your mind. 'He knows everything you do.'

No, he doesn't.

'Yes, he does. Don't lie to yourself.'

Throwing back the sheets and comforter, you swung your legs off of the bed, wincing when the pads of your feet met the icy floor. Emil and his all-knowingness be damned, you were cold. He couldn't blame you for wanting to get warm, could he?

Deep down, you knew the answer was yes, knew that he would, in fact, blame you just because you had left the room he so specifically had told you never to leave without him, but you were human and you were suffering, two things that don't mix wisely.

Tip-toeing to the door, you grasped the smooth knob, what little warmth was left in your hand making the cold metal fog up. For a few moments, you just stood there, hand on the knob, holding your breath. What if Emil was home? What if he was waiting for you just outside the door, ready to punish you with those cold, lifeless eyes?

Your grip on the knob tightened. Where had your bravery and courage gone? When had you let yourself become so afraid of him? Taking a deep breath, you turned the knob and pushed the door open. It wasn't locked, sliding open with soundless ease. You were faintly surprised that it opened so effortlessly, not even a chain to hold it shut, but you guessed it was some sort of test Emil had left for you. Whether you would try to leave or not.

Gliding forward, you tried to keep your footsteps as quite as possible, walking on the balls of your feet with long, slow strides. Reaching the closet, you grasped the handle and opened it slowly, carefully, quietly. You could've cried out in relief as you laid eyes on stack upon stack of winter blankets, the end of your anguish. Pulling one out, you wrapped it around yourself, rubbing the thick material against your freezing skin in an effort to get the blood flowing. How you wished you had the freedom to curl up and get warm, to fall asleep and forget all of your troubles, but alas! Fate wouldn't allow it.

Downstairs, the front door opened, the sound of howling wind filling your ears.

Eyes wide in panic, you folded the blanket up as fast as your shaking hands would allow, carefully setting it back on its stack and closing the closet door quietly.

The thudding sound of boots hitting the floor made you jump.

As silently as you could, you tore back to your room. The sound of your pounding heart filled your ears and you imagined it was Emil's footsteps as he crept up the stairs, ready to find you not where he left you. Closing the bedroom door with a barely perceptible click, you vaulted onto the bed, rolling yourself up in the freezing sheets in an attempt to make it look like you had been there the whole time.

For the next couple minutes, everything was silent except for the sound of your harsh breathing and panicked heart. You prayed you would be able to blame those on the cold if Emil asked you about it.

Looking up at the shadowy ceiling, you tried to calm down. The house was so silent you began to wonder if you had imagined the door opening, the boots hitting the floor, but not a second later the door swept open, your aloof possessor standing in the doorway. In the dark, his frosty, purple eyes seemed to glow, boring straight into you as if he could read from your very soul everything you had done in the time he'd been gone.

"I'm home, (y/n)." The caressing words seemed to ripple in the brittle air, a strange sensation against your eardrums.

Sitting up you greeted him with a practiced smile, acting as un-suspicious as possible. "Welcome home, Emil."

Taking off his jacket, he left a trail of clothes behind him as he made his way to you, his eyes never leaving you for a moment. When he sat down next to you, all that was left was his pants, riding loose on his narrow hips. His shirtless torso was as white as the snow that blanketed the world outside, and you knew from experience that it was just as cold. As he cupped your cheek in his palm, you didn't even flinch from how cold his touch was, months of practice making you numb to it. You already knew what he was going to ask, and you already knew what you had to say.

"Did you leave?"

"No."

"..."

His silence made you blink. Usually he would accept that, wouldn't even question it, but something in his expression made you wary. A slight downturn to the corner of his mouth, the nearly undetectable narrowing of his eyes; something was very wrong.

"I'm not sure if I believe you, (y/n)."

'He knows, he knows, he knows!' The little voice from earlier resurfaced, its scared whisper rising to a scream as it berated you. 'Emil knows everything you do! He knows you left the room, he knows you disobeyed him, he knows you were in the hallway when he came home, he knows, he knows, he knows!'

"I didn-"

Cold arms cut you off, embracing you gently and pulling you against Emil's ivory chest.

"Shh...I know you left, (y/n), and I'm not angry."

'What?' Warning bells blared in your mind, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. His voice was so quiet, so soft...it was too quiet, too soft. Something was very, very wrong.

"You were cold, weren't you? Just going to get a blanket from the closet..."

'How does he know?' You weren't just shaking from cold now.

"I'm not angry though...because I know you'll never do it again after tonight."

The cold you felt before vanished, replaced by a new kind of cold worse than any other. Purple eyes stared into yours, frosty breath fanning against your lips.

"After tonight, I know you'll never disobey me again."

His pale body covered yours and the creeping cold that was Emil enveloped you in its icy embrace, seeping through every inch of your body and soul and snuffing out the last ember of struggle you had held so deep within.

Outside, the wind blew harder, echoing the sentiment expressed in a dark room by a man with lavender eyes.

"You're mine..."

Description
Yandere warning: obsession, isolation

Rubbing your hands together, you blew onto the freezing appendages, trying to gain some feeling back even as the cold seeped through your thin clothing, making you shiver. The sheets and comforter covering the bed had long since failed to retain any warmth, the brush of the cold cloth against your skin almost painful. Just down the hall, you knew there was a closet fully stocked with thick blankets to combat the nighttime chill of Scandinavian winters, but leaving this room was a risk you weren't quite cold enough to take just yet.

Huddling in on yourself, you stared hard at the door, trying to distract yourself from the persistent shaking wracking your entire body. With each passing moment you could feel the cold creeping into your bones, numbing your feet and hands and making your shaky breath cloud in the air before you. You knew you shouldn't even think about that oh so appealing closet that held the end to your suffering, knew it by the scars that covered your back, but your agony was making it hard to remember the consequences of leaving this room. Walking those few feet to the closet became more and more tempting each second your shivering continued.

...What if you were quick about it?

You didn't think Emil was home yet so he wouldn't even know. You would grab a blanket, warm up for a few minutes, and put it back before he came home. He would never know you had left the room, would never know that you had disobeyed him.

'He would know,' a small, terrified voice whispered in your mind. 'He knows everything you do.'

No, he doesn't.

'Yes, he does. Don't lie to yourself.'

Throwing back the sheets and comforter, you swung your legs off of the bed, wincing when the pads of your feet met the icy floor. Emil and his all-knowingness be damned, you were cold. He couldn't blame you for wanting to get warm, could he?

Deep down, you knew the answer was yes, knew that he would, in fact, blame you just because you had left the room he so specifically had told you never to leave without him, but you were human and you were suffering, two things that don't mix wisely.

Tip-toeing to the door, you grasped the smooth knob, what little warmth was left in your hand making the cold metal fog up. For a few moments, you just stood there, hand on the knob, holding your breath. What if Emil was home? What if he was waiting for you just outside the door, ready to punish you with those cold, lifeless eyes?

Your grip on the knob tightened. Where had your bravery and courage gone? When had you let yourself become so afraid of him? Taking a deep breath, you turned the knob and pushed the door open. It wasn't locked, sliding open with soundless ease. You were faintly surprised that it opened so effortlessly, not even a chain to hold it shut, but you guessed it was some sort of test Emil had left for you. Whether you would try to leave or not.

Gliding forward, you tried to keep your footsteps as quite as possible, walking on the balls of your feet with long, slow strides. Reaching the closet, you grasped the handle and opened it slowly, carefully, quietly. You could've cried out in relief as you laid eyes on stack upon stack of winter blankets, the end of your anguish. Pulling one out, you wrapped it around yourself, rubbing the thick material against your freezing skin in an effort to get the blood flowing. How you wished you had the freedom to curl up and get warm, to fall asleep and forget all of your troubles, but alas! Fate wouldn't allow it.

Downstairs, the front door opened, the sound of howling wind filling your ears.

Eyes wide in panic, you folded the blanket up as fast as your shaking hands would allow, carefully setting it back on its stack and closing the closet door quietly.

The thudding sound of boots hitting the floor made you jump.

As silently as you could, you tore back to your room. The sound of your pounding heart filled your ears and you imagined it was Emil's footsteps as he crept up the stairs, ready to find you not where he left you. Closing the bedroom door with a barely perceptible click, you vaulted onto the bed, rolling yourself up in the freezing sheets in an attempt to make it look like you had been there the whole time.

For the next couple minutes, everything was silent except for the sound of your harsh breathing and panicked heart. You prayed you would be able to blame those on the cold if Emil asked you about it.

Looking up at the shadowy ceiling, you tried to calm down. The house was so silent you began to wonder if you had imagined the door opening, the boots hitting the floor, but not a second later the door swept open, your aloof possessor standing in the doorway. In the dark, his frosty, purple eyes seemed to glow, boring straight into you as if he could read from your very soul everything you had done in the time he'd been gone.

"I'm home, (y/n)." The caressing words seemed to ripple in the brittle air, a strange sensation against your eardrums.

Sitting up you greeted him with a practiced smile, acting as un-suspicious as possible. "Welcome home, Emil."

Taking off his jacket, he left a trail of clothes behind him as he made his way to you, his eyes never leaving you for a moment. When he sat down next to you, all that was left was his pants, riding loose on his narrow hips. His shirtless torso was as white as the snow that blanketed the world outside, and you knew from experience that it was just as cold. As he cupped your cheek in his palm, you didn't even flinch from how cold his touch was, months of practice making you numb to it. You already knew what he was going to ask, and you already knew what you had to say.

"Did you leave?"

"No."

"..."

His silence made you blink. Usually he would accept that, wouldn't even question it, but something in his expression made you wary. A slight downturn to the corner of his mouth, the nearly undetectable narrowing of his eyes; something was very wrong.

"I'm not sure if I believe you, (y/n)."

'He knows, he knows, he knows!' The little voice from earlier resurfaced, its scared whisper rising to a scream as it berated you. 'Emil knows everything you do! He knows you left the room, he knows you disobeyed him, he knows you were in the hallway when he came home, he knows, he knows, he knows!'

"I didn-"

Cold arms cut you off, embracing you gently and pulling you against Emil's ivory chest.

"Shh...I know you left, (y/n), and I'm not angry."

'What?' Warning bells blared in your mind, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. His voice was so quiet, so soft...it was too quiet, too soft. Something was very, very wrong.

"You were cold, weren't you? Just going to get a blanket from the closet..."

'How does he know?' You weren't just shaking from cold now.

"I'm not angry though...because I know you'll never do it again after tonight."

The cold you felt before vanished, replaced by a new kind of cold worse than any other. Purple eyes stared into yours, frosty breath fanning against your lips.

"After tonight, I know you'll never disobey me again."

His pale body covered yours and the creeping cold that was Emil enveloped you in its icy embrace, seeping through every inch of your body and soul and snuffing out the last ember of struggle you had held so deep within.

Outside, the wind blew harder, echoing the sentiment expressed in a dark room by a man with lavender eyes.

"You're mine..."