#tcf cale

Yandere! Kim rook so! Cale Henituse x chubby Fiancée Reader

Warning: mention of manipulation, body shaming, sexual activities, sexual tension, stalking,

Author's note: it's been a while guys and I'm alive

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The first time Cale Henituse saw you after opening his eyes in this unfamiliar life, he didn’t expect… this.

You stood beside your father, quiet and composed, hands folded neatly in front of you. Your head was slightly lowered...... not out of submission, but habit. Your dress was elegant, expensive, carefully chosen… yet you looked like you were trying to disappear inside it.

“Cale,” Count Henituse said lazily, “you remember your fiancée.”

Fiancée. Right. That detail

Cale....... no, Kim Rok Soo inside Cale..... finally looked at you properly. And paused..... You weren’t what the memories described. Yes, you were chubby...... softer than what nobles preferred. Your cheeks were round, your figure full, your presence… small. But there was something else.

Something dimmed.

Like a candle that had learned not to burn too brightly. Your eyes met his for barely a second before dropping.

No smile. No shyness. No affection. Just silence. Strange.

“Y/N,” your father prompted, “greet your fiancé.”

A pause. Then........

“…Hello, Young Master Cale.”

Your voice was calm. Too calm. Cale frowned. This wasn’t right. No affection. No embarrassment. No lingering attachment. Nothing ...

From the memories he inherited, you used to cling to him..... hover around him, follow him, look at him like he was your entire world. In og Cale's eyes you were...Clingy. Desperate for attention. Easy to mock. Easy to hurt. Cruelly. Publicly. And he had. Drunk, careless, cruel......

“Unsightly.” “Embarrassing." “A burden I never asked for.”

He had said those words without thinking. Now, standing in front of you again.....

There was nothing left in your expression. As if those words had carved something out of you… and left nothing behind.

Days passed. And Cale found himself… watching. You never approached him. Never spoke unless spoken to. Never lingered.

Even when both families met, you sat quietly, answered politely, and disappeared into the background like you were never there to begin with..... And It bothered him. No.....

It irritated him..... Because this wasn’t pride. This wasn’t anger. This was… acceptance. Like you were planning to dissapear.. or as if you had already erased him from your life. Like you have already given up.

One afternoon, he found you in the garden.

You sat beneath a tree, a book open in your lap, though your eyes weren’t moving. Just staring at the pages like your thoughts were somewhere far away. Thinking. Distant.You noticed him immediately and stood.

“…Young Master.”

That tone again. Flat. Careful. Empty.

“You don’t have to sound like a servant,” he said.

“…I am aware."

“Then why do you?”

A pause. Your fingers tightened slightly around the book.

“…Because it is easier."

“Easier?”

“Yes.” You didn’t look at him. “If I expect nothing… I won’t be disappointed.”

Something twisted in his chest. Wrong. That was wrong. That wasn’t how someone your age should sound.

“You used to talk more,” he said.

You flinched. Barely noticeable.

“…I learned that being loud and clingy can irritate others...”

Silence stretched. Then.....

“…Young Master Cale.”

He blinked. You rarely spoke first.. so he perked up.

“…What?”

This time, you forced yourself to look at him. And for the first time...... really look. Your eyes weren’t filled with love. Or sadness......Or even anger..... Just… honesty.

“I know you don’t like me.”

Cale stiffened...... His expression hardened.

“I know I am not what you want,” you continued softly before he could interrupt..... “I am not pretty. I am not elegant enough. I am… embarrassing.”

“Who told you...

“You did.”

The words were gentle..... Not as if you were accusing him.... But still they struck like a blade. You lowered your gaze.

“I tried to ask my father to break the engagement.”

Cale stilled.

“…What??"

“He refused. Your family is powerful. It would be unwise to offend you.”

Of course..... Politics. Always politics.

“…So,” you continued, calm despite everything, “it would be better if you did it.”

Silence.

“You want me to break it?” he asked.

“Yes.”

No hesitation. No hidden hope. Nothing. That...... That irritated him.

“Why?"

“…Because you would be happier."

“And you?”

A pause.

“…I am used to it..... they speak behind my back no matter what .... So one more thing won't hurt...”

Something snapped. Used to what? It won't hurt??? What won't hurt??? Being unwanted? Being discarded? Being nothing? Being discarded? Being treated like something inconvenient?

His jaw tightened. For someone who claimed to want a peaceful life, Kim Rok Soo found himself… deeply, irrationally annoyed. No. Not annoyed. Possessive. Because suddenly...... The idea of you walking away so easily… Of you not caring anymore… Of you belonging to no one......

Felt wrong. Very wrong.

“…No,” Cale said.

You froze.

“…No?”

He stepped closer.

“I won’t break the engagement."

“…Why?”

A pause. Then.....

“Because I don’t want to.”

And for the first time.........He smiled. Not kindly. Not gently. But with something far more unsettling. Interest.

“You wanted me before,” he murmured. “Didn’t you?”

You took a small step back.

“…That was before.”

His smile deepened.

“Then we’ll just have to fix that.”

Your breath hitched. And for the first time since meeting him again.......You felt it. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Because the man in front of you… Was not the same one who rejected you. This one..... Wouldn’t let you go.

At first, you thought it was coincidence.

The market street wasn’t unusual...... nobles passed through it all the time. So when you saw Cale standing across the road, leaning lazily against a carriage, you simply lowered your gaze and walked faster. You didn’t greet him. You didn’t stop. You didn’t give him what you used to.

Attention. But as you turned the corner.....

“…Y/N.”

Your steps faltered. He was behind you now. Too close.

“How strange,” Cale murmured, voice smooth, almost amused. “You didn’t notice me.”

You swallowed. “…I did.”

“Yet you walked away.”

There was no accusation in his tone. That made it worse.

“…I didn’t think you would want to talk to me.”

A pause.

Then a quiet chuckle.

“You think too much... pretty wives shouldn't think too much.”

The second time, it wasn’t coincidence anymore.

You had gone to the temple early in the morning...... before the crowds, before the whispers. Before him. Or so you thought.

“…You pray often now.... are you a believer of sun god or goddess of death??”

You stiffened. He stood near the altar, hands in his pockets, watching you like he had been there the entire time. Like he had been waiting.

“…Young Master Cale,” you said carefully, bowing slightly.

He didn’t respond to the greeting. Instead, his gaze traveled slowly over your body. Admiring.

Not polite. Evaluating.

“You’ve really changed,” he said.

You said nothing. Because you knew better now.

Anything you said could become something else in his hands.

Then came the gifts. The first box arrived without a sender. Inside was a dress. Dark red. Silk. Soft. And far too revealing. Your hands trembled as you unfolded it. The neckline dipped lower than anything you had ever worn. Your bossoms are heavy so you entirely not wear anything with deep neck.... Your step mother had called you attention seeking when you tried one when you were little . The fabric clung in ways that made your chest tighten just imagining it.There was a note.

"Wear it when you meet me tonight in garden."

You didn’t go.

The next day, another box. Another dress.Even worse. This time, black. Thinner. Lighter. Almost… see-through in the wrong light. Another note.

"You didn’t come. I was disappointed."

Your stomach dropped.

It didn’t stop. Every day. A new dress. A new note.

"I wonder how you would look in this."

"Would you still lower your eyes? Or would you finally look at me?"

You started locking your doors that night.

For the first time in years, you felt… unsafe in your own room. You told yourself it was nothing.

That he wouldn’t....

A soft sound broke your thoughts. Click. Your breath caught. The window. It was closed. You were sure it was. Slowly......too slowly....you turned. The curtains moved. Just slightly. Like something had slipped past them. Your chest tightened.

“…Hello?”

Silence.

Then.. you felt warm body wrap around you ... Arms circling you waist pulling you closer.. someone behind you.. A voice. Low. Right behind you. His head resting on your shoulder.

“You didn’t wear it.”

You froze. Every muscle in your body locked. He was there. Inside your room. You didn’t hear the door. Didn’t hear the window. Didn’t hear anything.

“…How.....”

“Magic,” Cale said simply. Like it was obvious.

Like breaking into your room was nothing. Your hands trembled.

“…You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know.”

He stepped closer. You could feel him now.

The warmth of his presence behind you. The quiet, suffocating pressure.

“But you didn’t come to me,” he continued softly. “So I came to you.”

Your breath grew shallow.

“…Why are you doing this?”

A pause. Then..........

“Because you’re ignoring me.”

His tone shifted. Not loud. Not angry. But sharp. Possessive. Wrong.

“You used to follow me everywhere,” he murmured. “You used to look at me like I was everything.”

His hand lifted...... Not rough.. it only slipped under your night dress rubbing your thighs.

Close enough to feel.

“Now you won’t even meet my eyes.”

You squeezed your thighs together.

“…That was before.”

He leaned closer. His voice dropped to a whisper.

“Then go back to how it was before....”

Your heart pounded.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t want me,” you said, your voice shaking despite your effort to stay calm. “You said it yourself. I’m embarrassing. I’m not someone you would....”

“I changed my mind.”

The words cut through you.Simple. Absolute. Terrifying. You shook your head quickly. “That’s not something you can just....”

“It is for me.”

His hand finally touched you. Light. Barely there.

But it burned.

Your breath hitched.

“…I asked you to break the engagement.”

“And I said no.”

“You don’t get to decide when it’s over,” he said softly. “I didn’t agree to that.”

His fingers tightened slightly. Not painful. But firm enough to make a point.

“I don’t like being ignored, Y/N.”

Your chest rose and fell rapidly.

“…Then what do you want?”

Silence.Long. Heavy.Then.....

“You.”

Your blood ran cold. Not love. Not affection. Not even desire. Just.... Raw obsession..

“As you were before,” he continued. “Looking at me. Thinking about me. Wanting me.”

Your eyes stung.

“…I can’t.”

His grip tightened just a fraction more. Then loosened. His hand slipped out from under your dress. Slowly. Deliberately.

“That’s fine,” he said calmly.

Your heart sank. Because that tone...... That calmness..... Was worse than anger.

“I have time,” he added.

A faint smile touched his lips as he turned you to face him. Cold. Certain. Unavoidable.

“And you don’t have anywhere to go.”

He stepped back. Just like that. Like he hadn’t just invaded your space. Your safety. Your life.

“I’ll send another dress tomorrow,” he said lightly. “Try to wear that one.”

Then..... He was gone. No sound. No trace.

Just the faint movement of curtains. And the lingering feeling.... That you were no longer alone. Even when you were.

At first, you didn’t understand what he meant.

“You don’t have anywhere to go.”

The words stayed with you. They followed you through the halls, echoed in your thoughts, curled around your chest like something suffocating.

And then..... Everything collapsed.

The accusations came suddenly. Your father...... his evil deeds exposed. Tax evasion. Illegal dealings. Human trafficking.....The empire moved fast. Too fast.

Guards stormed your estate. Servants whispered. Your name..... your family name..... was dragged through the dirt overnight. You stood in the middle of it all, trembling, unable to process the chaos.

“…I didn’t know,” that's all you were able to whisper.

But no one listened. No one....... Except him.

“I can vouch for her.”

The voice cut through the courtroom. Calm. Certain. Cale Henituse. You looked up, your breath catching. He stood beside the Crown Prince, completely at ease..... as if this was nothing more than a casual inconvenience.

“She had no involvement,” he continued. “If anything… she’s a victim of circumstance.”

The Crown Prince’s gaze flickered toward you briefly before nodding.

“…Very well.”

And just like that..... Your fate was decided. Your family fell... And you.... Were spared. Later, you understood.

He had orchestrated it. Every piece. Every exposure. Every downfall. Carefully. Deliberately. You remembered his words again.

“You don’t have anywhere to go.”

And now.... You didn’t.

The Henituse estate was… warm. Too warm. The servants adored you. His family welcomed you without hesitation. You were treated gently. Kindly. Like nothing had happened. Like you hadn’t lost everything. But you couldn’t relax.

You couldn’t breathe. Because he was always there. Watching.

You became quieter. More careful. Every movement controlled. Every word measured. You didn’t smile. Didn’t laugh. Didn’t… exist beyond what was necessary. And he noticed.

Of course he did.

One night, your door opened. You hadn’t locked it. You should have. You always should have.

“…Still awake.”

You were in bed read some book you kill time.. you can't sleep... Not after what had happened.

His voice. Soft. Too soft.

You sat up immediately, your heart racing. “…Young Master—”

“Cale.”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him locking it . Your chest tightened.

“…Cale.”

He seemed satisfied with that.His gaze drifted over you slowly... Again not wearing the dresses he gave.. the sheer night gown.. one tied bow at your cleavage.... Milky thick thighs as you unconsciously pulled the hem of your dress to hide them...

He smiled taking in everything. The loose fabric of your nightwear. The way you held yourself...... tense, guarded, small.

“…You don’t like what I gave you,” he said amused.

You blinked. “…What?”

“The dresses.”

Your breath hitched. He stepped closer.

“I see you avoid them.”

Of course he knew. He always knew.

“…They are not appropriate.. too tight and flashy I would look like whore... They are too vulgar... ,” you said quietly.

A faint smile touched his lips.

“They are not vulgar... they compliment your curves... And I think they would suit you.”

Your hands tightened in the sheets. “…I don’t.”

Silence. Then.......

“That’s alright.”

He moved closer. Too close. Your body stiffened as he reached out. Fingers pulling and twirling the bow tied at you clevage...

“its alright if you are not able to choose..... just ask me.... Then I’ll choose for you.”

Your breath caught. One kiss at you clevage.

“…You don’t have to....”

“I know.”

His voice dropped.

“That’s why I will.”

Something in your chest cracked.

“You took everything from me,” you whispered.

Finally. Finally, your voice trembled with something real. Anger. Pain. Confusion.

“…Why?”

A pause. Long. Heavy. Then......

“Because you were hurting.... Your family hurted you... and you felt like... You were going to leave.”

Your eyes widened.

“That’s not.....”

“You asked me to break the engagement,” he said calmly. “You decided it was over.”

His grip tightened slightly...... not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you still.

“You don’t get to decide that.”

Your heart pounded painfully.

“…That wasn’t your decision to make either.”

Silence. And then...... A soft laugh. Low. Unsettling.

“I disagree.”

His hand moved.... adjusting the fabric at your thighs , then pulling slightly at your bow, deliberately, your dress pulled loose and it slipped off your shoulders..... He looked at your bare breasts flushed as you squealed and hide them..

He pinned your hands above you head. Within a second in a swift motion looking down at you half bare body like a predator... not rough.....But enough to remind you... He could be rough... He buried his face between your fluffy goodness.

“You belong here now,” he murmured.

Your breath shook.

“…I don’t belong to you.”

His gaze darkened. Something deeper. More dangerous. He peeked up, biting softly at one boobs... Deliberately.....his hand slipping between your thighs...

“You do.”

The words weren’t loud. They didn’t need to be. Because you could feel it...... In the way the estate closed around you. In the way your past had been erased. In the way every path led back to him. His hand stilled. Then slowly withdrew. But his presence didn’t. It lingered.

Heavy. Claiming.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said softly.

Like it was inevitable. Like your resistance meant nothing. He kissed your forehead before pulling away.... He turned toward the door. Pausing only once.

“Tomorrow,” he added lightly, “wear the one I sent.”

Your throat tightened.

“…And if I don’t?”

A pause. Then.....Without turning back.....

“You will.”

The door closed.And you were left alone. Except.... Not really. Because even in the silence… You could feel it. You weren’t free anymore. Not from him. Not from this place.

Not from the quiet, suffocating certainty... That he had already decided how your life would end up.

You never knew he had stopped drinking.... He... You have seen..him walking around with the bottles but never saw him drink from one.. well not now a days...

He had been visiting your room too much... So much so that. Count Henituse asked you politely to shift to his room . Well Cale..... "this Cale" was not that bad after all, other than that he just can't keep his hands to himself!!!!....

You limped slightly out of the room for breakfast and he was behind you hands on your waist.. guiding you all too proudly... Well he needs to soon introduce you to his whole family... Raon and the kittens were yesterday asking Choi han if his weak human had gotten a mate....

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He looks at abandoned, traumatised people and goes: "Oh? free adoption? Mine now!"

White Star: "My experimental dragon half-blood--"

Cale: "Incorrect. Sad son acquired." (Acquired: a future egg)

Arm: "Our elite operatives."

Cale: "No, no, my emotionally rehabilitated employees now."

Fanfic Writers: More...

Me: Hey now, I think that's enough--

Yu Ryeo Han (the actual Author, btw): No, they are right. MORE!

Study art went too far

Second version because idk