This is sort of a double request. Do you think you can write a platonic yandere story with Phillip Graves and one with Alex Keller? Like two separate stories?
I feel like Philip Graves would be a doting/charming yandere but also more strict and definitely scary if you get him angry. Alex Keller on the other hand seems like he'd be a very patient parental yandere. Even when he's mad, I don't see him taking it out or showing it strongly to reader. There aren't many Philip Graves yandere stories and I can't even think of a single yandere story focused on Alex Keller.
Platonic Yandere Philip Graves - Isolation
Philip Graves has been and always will be a control freak, he’s not above crossing the line of ethics to maintain his control and power. He doesn’t care about what he has to do to get what he wants, as long as his goals are achieved he is satisfied.
When he kidnaps you, he doesn’t tolerate any disrespect. You won’t scream at him, kick or fight him. He doesn’t care if you get scared when he yells at you, as long as you are more obedient afterwards. You are his child, you will not disrespect your father in any way.
“You have anything you wanna say to me, darlin’?” He leans against the doorframe at the top of the stairs to the basement, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at you.
You are curled up in the twin bed against the wall, you’ve been down here for three days after you cussed him out during a breakdown. He’s only brought you food and water, he’s waiting for an apology.
“No..” he heard you mumble, he sighs, pushing off of the wall and closing the basement door. You are left alone in the dark once again. He’ll leave you here for another week and see if you’ll ’drop the attitude’, as he calls it.
A week passes by, it’s torturous for you. You’ve never been alone this long and it’s starting to mess with you. You’ve started to crave the times when he comes to the top of the stairs to bring you food. He doesn’t speak or look at you when he brings you food, and it kills you. You feel like crawling out of your own skin.
A week passes and you sit up when you hear the sound of the keys unlocking the door, he stands at the top of the stairs. You wait for him to speak first, your hands shaking with negative emotions and energy.
“Got something you wanna say to me now?” His face is black with shadows, you can’t see his facial expressions. Your lip quivers as you start to speak.
“I’m sorry..” you say quietly, voice scratchy from not using it for a while.
“What are you sorry for, kiddo?” Philip says softly, wanting a full apology from you. He waits patiently as you gather your words.
“I’m sorry for.. using bad words.. and yelling at you. It wasn’t.. it wasn’t good.. and I’m sorry.” You struggle to get your words out without starting to cry. You want to run up the stairs to him, the isolation has made you crave any sort of human interaction in a feral way. Your words come out in a slow ramble as you try not to sob.
“You gonna use bad words again?” He tilts his head, satisfied with the outcome of his punishment as he sees the tears running down your face.
“No.. I’m sorry.” You apologize again, desperate for him to give you permission to let you walk up the stairs and out of the cold basement.
“I accept your apology, Y/n” he breathes out, gesturing for you to come up the stairs. You scurry up the stairs and into his arms, you sob into his chest and he wraps his arms around you.
“I know.. I know..” he murmurs into the top of your head, hands rubbing your back. He’s very very satisfied with how this has played out. You’ve never willingly wanted affection from him.
“I’m sorry.. Please don’t put me back in the basement.” You sob into his shoulder, you’re tears making a wet patch in his shirt. He kisses the side of your head, his stubble prickly against your skin.
“Be a good kid and you won’t go back in the basement, yeah?”