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he tapped his fingers on his desk in an absent rhythm, distracted completely from his work. it had been a month since the interns had left the office, their internship completed and their time at the workplace done.

a month gone by too slow.

gazing outside of the window of his office, yandere coworker reminisced of when he could see you right there. the way you glowed under the setting sun, your enticing scent that would often draw him out of his office and right to your desk, where he would shower you with praises. no matter if it was all fluff and he didn't have a clue to what he was really saying, he knew for a moment that your work could disappoint him in no way.

his darling, ever so perfect, had left.

the past month had been rough on yandere coworker. going from seeing you full time to seeing you only when his shifts were done and till the sun rose again had taken a toll on him, one that was starting to become visible to his other coworkers. he was snappy, and annoyed all the time now. it seemed like you had taken all the sun and colors out of the workplace when you had left.

of course he had asked you to stay. of course he had offered you a position, any position, anything under his supervision. never mind the other interns, who had shown as much promise as you did. as long as you were close to him, it was all that mattered.

yet in what seemed like an act of abandonment, you had politely refused his offers and instead began to work at another firm once the internship ended, using yandere coworkers testimony to your time at the office as a reference. it made you a valuable candidate, one that recruiters couldn't look past. you thrived at your new work environment, making friends and exploring new experiences that your previous office couldn't provide you. for once in your life, you felt as if things were slowly falling into place, the right places.

of course, that's when everything started falling right back apart.

it began with mysterious incidents in your new group of friends. one would sprain her ankle before a hangout, another would cancel on basis of a sore throat, another would text saying their car wasn't working anymore. it wasn't long before the incidents began to pile up that you felt like it couldn't be a coincidence. coworkers began to ignore and brush aside you at work, no longer asking to hang out or get lunch. no one knew what was happening, but somehow it was connected to you. you lost your last straw when your supervisor asked you to lunch to discuss your monthly performance and instead rescheduled due to landing in the hospital after a serious accident.

sitting at the little coffee shop by your new workplace alone, you sobbed into your hands. what had been the happiest weeks of your life had quickly descended into a chaotic whirlwind of incident after accident after incident. with the abandonment of your friends and coworkers you didn't have anyone to rely on, anyone to even hear you out on how fucked up your life had quickly become.

you stayed out a little longer that night, hitting up a bar near your old office. you weren't a heavy drinker, but life had taken too quick of a turn and you weren't holding on so well. you stumbled out of the bar a few hours later, mumbling the lyrics to the song playing inside. the cool air hit your face and you couldn't help but remember the time when you had gone drinking with your old intern friends at a company dinner. the same breeze had hit your face then when yandere coworker had helped you out of the bar and into his car.

how long ago that felt, and it had only been a month since you left that place.

you slid down a lamppost, sitting on the curb and watching cars go by. was this job really better? you held out your hand, your vision hazy as your looked at your fingers. lights flitted through them as traffic went by. even at this hour the city was busy, everyone rushing to their respective places. where do i fit in? your head felt heavy and the world felt like it was spinning around you. you pulled your knees to your chest, resting your face on your kneecaps.

maybe it was better before. better when your coworker manager praised you every day, helping you navigate office life. better when things were stable, when people didn't avoid you for things that were out of your control. tears fell down your face again and you didn't bother wiping them, letting the wind whip your hair around and sting your skin.

you didn't look up when a familiar car stopped in front of you. you didn't look up when a man stepped out, his expensive cologne wrapping around you and leaving you feeling more intoxicated. you only looked up when he stopped right in front of you, holding his hand out, a dangerous look in his eyes that was coupled with a soft smile and gentle tone.

"what's the matter darling?"

authors note: yan coworker kept cologne in his car specifically for this moment

how he would love to hold you, to protect you against the world. how he would hold you in bed like this, listening to your shallow breaths as you slept in his arms. he would kiss your head, bury his face in your sweet smelling hair, and inhale your perfect scent.

fingers gripped against the mannequins hips and he imagined the beautiful marks it would have left if it was your skin instead. he panted your name quietly into the shoulder of the mannequin, not feeling a hint of embarrassment as he imagined you panting his own name back.

he stroked the mannequins hair between thrusts, pulling it closer till he could convince himself almost fully it was your body pressed against his.

oh how he loved you, and how he needed you.

yan coworker let out a low groan as friction between you two sent flutters through his lower body, feeling impatience grow in his gut.

the waiting game was over, and now it was only a matter of time before he got what he wanted.

pt 5