I rubbed my temples, feeling a massive headache coming on.
’Two fiercely devoted, heavily ard, jealous won locked in my bedroom at midnight,’ I thought, leaning back on my hands.
Emma stood in the middle of the room, her lower lip trembling pitifully as she looked at with those wide, tear-filled golden eyes. She looked like a perfect, wronged saint.
"Sir Alex..." she sniffled again. "Your maid is bullying ."
Lily, leaning casually against the locked heavy oak door with her arms crossed under her massive breasts, let out a thoroughly amused snort.
"Bullying?" Lily echoed, a wicked smirk on her lips. "I rely swatted a mosquito that was buzzing too loudly in the Master’s private quarters."
Emma’s head snapped toward Lily, the tearful saint routine vanishing in a millisecond. Her eyes narrowed into golden, murderous slits. "I will mount your head on the courtyard fountain, you oversized cow."
"Girls," I interjected, keeping my voice calm but authoritative. "That’s enough."
Both of them instantly snapped their mouths shut.
"Lily," I said, though my tone lacked any real reprimand. "Stop tornting my fiancée."
"Of course, Master," Lily smiled, bowing with exaggerated, sarcastic grace. She walked over to the plush armchair in the corner of the room, sitting down and crossing her long, black-stocking-clad legs. She rested her chin on her hand, clearly settling in to enjoy the show.
I looked back at Emma. She was standing in the middle of the room in her pristine white nightgown, clutching the fabric nervously, her bare feet pressing into the thick carpet.
"Co here, Emma," I said softly, patting the mattress next to .
Emma’s murderous aura evaporated. Her face lit up with absolute, radiant joy. She practically glided across the room, her white nightgown fluttering, and threw herself onto the bed.
She didn’t just sit next to . She imdiately latched onto my arm like a koala, burying her face deep into my shoulder, inhaling my scent with a long, trembling breath.
"Oh, Sir Alex..." she mumbled against my shirt. "I missed you so much. It was agonizing being away from you."
I didn’t push her away. Instead, I smoothly wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. I rested my hand on her lower back, my fingers lightly tracing the curve of her spine through the thin silk of her nightgown.
"I’ve been well, Emma," I said, leaning my head against hers. "How have you been? Lily told the Count sent you to the Royal Academy in the East."
Emma pouted, rubbing her cheek against my collarbone.
"It was awful," she complained, her voice dripping with venom. "The air there slls like cheap incense, the food is bland, and the other noble girls are so incredibly loud and annoying. One of them actually had the audacity to insult you in the dining hall."
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow, playing along. "And what did you do about that?"
"I just taught her so basic table manners," Emma smiled, a chillingly sweet expression on her face. "I’m sure she’ll be much more polite once the healers remove the silver fork from her tacarpals."
Lily coughed from the doorway to hide a laugh. I just shook my head slightly. A textbook Yandere indeed.
I shifted my weight, effortlessly pulling Emma directly onto my lap.
"Eep!" she squeaked as her legs straddled my thighs.
I kept one hand firmly on her waist and reached up with the other, gently brushing a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear. My thumb lingered on her jawline, tilting her face up to look at .
"Well, you’re here now," I murmured, my voice dropping to a low, intimate frequency. "And you look absolutely beautiful tonight, Emma."
For a second, Emma leaned into my touch, her golden eyes fluttering shut as a heavy blush spread across her cheeks. She looked like she was in absolute heaven.
But then, her eyes snapped open.
Her body went entirely rigid on my lap. The blissful, hazy look in her eyes was abruptly replaced by sharp, piercing suspicion. She stared at my hand on her cheek, then down at my arm wrapped securely around her waist.
"You’ve changed," Emma whispered, her voice tight, a hint of genuine panic bleeding into her tone.
"What do you an?" I asked calmly, not breaking eye contact.
"The old Sir Alex... you always avoided ," she breathed, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders. She wasn’t holding in a loving embrace anymore; she was inspecting like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit. "Whenever I touched you, you flinched. You hated it when I held you. You locked your doors to keep away. You looked at with such... such disgust."
Her golden eyes darkened, the manic obsession swirling dangerously beneath the surface. "Why aren’t you pushing away? Why are you pulling closer?"
Before I could formulate a perfectly calculated, charming excuse, Lily chid in from the door.
"Oh?" Lily mocked, pushing herself off the wood and sauntering a few steps into the room. "So you knew the Master absolutely despised your clinging, yet you selfishly persisted anyway like a stray, starving dog? How very noble of you, Lady Emma. Truly the picture of a devoted fiancée."
Emma whipped her head around, her teeth bared in a literal snarl. "Shut your mouth, servant, before I—!"
I gently, but firmly, gripped her chin, forcing her to look back at .
The physical contact cut through her homicidal rage. She looked at , her chest heaving, completely torn between her overwhelming love for and the terrifying reality that I wasn’t acting like the boy who used to shun her.
I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just inches from hers. I let my [Charisma] wash over her.
"What, Emma?" I whispered, my voice incredibly soft, filled with dark, unapologetic confidence. "You don’t like the changed ?"
Emma’s breath hitched.
She stared into my eyes, searching for any trace of the disgust or fear the original Alex used to harbor. She found nothing but raw, unfiltered masculine dominance and a genuine, unapologetic acceptance of exactly who and what she was.
The suspicion in her golden eyes shattered like fragile glass.
Her pupils dilated massively. A heavy, intoxicating flush completely consud her face and neck. The Yandere programming in her brain overrode every single logical thought.
"N-No!" Emma stamred, her face exploding into a blush so severe I thought steam might actually shoot out of her ears. "I an—yes! I an—how could that be?! I love it! I love you! I love you, I love you," she chanted frantically, her tears soaking into my shirt. "You’re finally looking at ! You’re actually touching ! I’ll do anything for you, Alex! I’ll kill anyone who gets in your way!"
She practically vibrated with overwhelming joy, tears of pure happiness welling up in her golden eyes.
"Good," I smiled, sliding my hand from her waist down to the plush swell of her hip. I squeezed gently through the thin cotton of her nightgown. "Then why don’t you get a little closer?"
With a smooth pull, I shifted my weight and dragged her fully onto my lap.
"Eep!"
Emma let out a high-pitched, incredibly un-noble squeak as her legs were forced to straddle my thighs. She grabbed my shoulders to steady herself, her heart hamring against my chest like a trapped bird.
I didn’t stop there. I trailed my fingers up her arm, lightly tracing the line of her collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in my wake.
"S-Sir Alex..." she stuttered, her eyes darting frantically around the room, completely unable to et my gaze now that the physical intimacy had shifted from her terms to mine. The terrifying, homicidal stalker had been reduced to a blushing, hyperventilating ss in less than two minutes. "I... um... we... Lily is watching!"
"Let her watch," I replied smoothly, leaning in to brush my lips against the shell of her ear. "You’re my fiancée, aren’t you? You belong to ."
"I... yes... yours... all yours..." Emma whimpered, her legs turning to absolute jelly. If I hadn’t been holding her waist, she would have completely lted onto the floor.
"Master," Lily chid in from the armchair, her voice laced with heavy amusent. "If you tease her any more, I think the poor girl might actually faint. Her face is the color of a ripe strawberry."
"Shut... shut up..." Emma tried to glare at the maid over my shoulder, but the threat was completely ruined by the fact that she was currently burying her burning face into the crook of my neck, utterly defeated by the sudden romantic offensive.
I chuckled, wrapping my arms fully around her trembling body.
Dealing with a Yandere was like defusing a bomb. If you ran from them, they chased you with a knife. But if you pulled them in close and gave them exactly what they craved—total, absolute ownership—they turned into harmless, obedient putty in your hands.
’This is going to be a very interesting sester,’ I thought, resting my head against the pillows as Emma continued to happily hyperventilate against my collarbone.
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