Pairing: Yandere!Actor x Reader
Description: The television flickers with Caelum Ashford's triumph, but even in his absence, his shadow looms, a dangerous obsession seared into your every breath.
Warning/s: YANDERE | IMPLIED NONCON | possessive behavior | obsessive behavior | emotional manipulation | power dynamics | psychological abuse | implied violence | toxic relationship
Note/s: Apologies for not posting yesterday. Anyway, here's something for today. Might post something later or I might work on Callixto's story the rest of the day, Oh, also, Dark Roast is currently on sale for those of you interested. We're also about to hit 900 followers. Yay! Anyway, let me know what you think about this one!
Masterlist | Dark Roast 50% OFF | Commission | Tip Jar
The television glows like a portal in the otherwise shadow-soaked room. The air is still, heavy with the scent of rosewood and Caelum—his cologne clings to your skin like fingerprints, still damp with sweat, bruised in all the places he left his mark. Your robe slips over your shoulder with each shallow breath, but you’re too sore to adjust it. The ache in your body is a ghost of how he claimed you before leaving, whispering that you belonged to no one but him.
The TV is the only light in the room. He left it on intentionally.
“Even when I’m not here, you’ll watch me. You’ll remember who you belong to.”
His voice is still in your ear, etched into your spine.
The crowd on the screen roars, dressed in designer gowns and thousand-watt smiles. Glitter rains from the ceiling of the grand theater. The host opens the envelope with ceremonial flourish.
“And the award for Best Actor in a Drama Series goes to… Caelum Ashford!”
You flinch.
Applause. Standing Ovation. Camera Flashes.
You grip the arm of the velvet couch tighter, the pressure grounding you. You’d known he’d win. Of course he would. The world is in love with him. They believe his portrayal of Lord Severus—the dangerously obsessive noble who would kill, steal, burn the kingdom down just to keep his wife—was the role of a lifetime.
But you know the truth.
He wasn’t acting.
The screen cuts to him rising from his seat. Hair immaculately styled. Sharp black suit hugging his tall frame. He walks with that haunting grace only Caelum possesses—like he owns the air around him. When he smiles, women in the audience swoon. Men clap harder. Critics nod, impressed.
But you—you freeze.
Because you know that smile is the same one, he gave you last night, when he held your wrists down against silk sheets and murmured, “Even if the world saw you naked in my bed, they wouldn’t know you like I do. Not like this.”
He takes the mic at the podium. Lifts the trophy. Looks straight into the camera.
“Thank you,” Caelum begins, voice velvet-smooth. “Portraying Lord Severus was… easy. Too easy, some might say.”
The crowd chuckles, charmed.
“When love consumes you… when it becomes your religion, your obsession, your purpose—it doesn’t feel like acting.”
A pause. Just long enough for you to notice the shift in his expression.
“You live it.”
There it is. That subtle smirk. One only you recognize. A private performance.
“I dedicate this award…” he continues, his voice softening. “…to the one who anchors me. My muse. My wife in heart, if not in law.”
Your stomach twists.
Your name is never spoken. It never is. Not even your shadow is allowed to touch the world outside these walls. But the message is for you. Always for you.
The camera zooms out. Applause. Cheers. Ovation.
And then—
Chime.
You go still.
It’s not a knock. Not a doorbell. It’s the discreet code-triggered chime that signals the villa gate has opened. A sound only those who live in this exclusive riverside estate would ever hear.
You scramble to your feet, heart hammering. You’re trembling before you even make it halfway across the room. The ache in your legs pulse like a warning. Your body knows before your mind accepts it—
He’s home.
Keys.
Click.
The door swings open.
Caelum Ashford steps into the villa, the golden trophy gleaming in one hand, a bottle of expensive wine in the other. His jacket drapes over his arm, hair tousled just slightly from the breeze outside. But his eyes—his eyes are on you the moment he crosses the threshold.
Predatory. Possessive. Burning with hunger.
“You watched, didn’t you?” His voice is low, silk around a blade.
He sets the bottle down, places the award beside the others on the black marble shelf. Unhurried. Precise. He undoes the top two buttons of his shirt, sleeves already rolled up.
He doesn’t wait for your answer.
“Don’t make me ask twice, sweetheart.” His smile is all teeth now. “Did you see what the world gave me tonight?”
You nod.
“Good,” he whispers, stepping closer, his voice darkening. “Because now it’s your turn to give me what I really want.”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
âś“ Live Streamingâś“ Interactive Chatâś“ Private Showsâś“ HD Qualityâś“ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
A small piece inspired by fellow yandere writer @somerandomdere. If you’d like to read the original material, I will leave the link to it here. Special thanks to @yourdoorisunlocked and @f4turemom for their feedback!
So with that being said, sit back, relax, and ACTION!
Imagine a yandere!actor who had gotten his foot in the door as a side character in a legal drama series at the same time you had made your own screen-writing debut.Â
He had worked two part-time jobs and struggled financially until the producer for the show declared him to be perfect for the role he and three others had auditioned for. His manager was surprised that he had landed a part during his first year with the talent agency an old college buddy of his had recommended checking out. It was the producer who had introduced you to him, the rookie writer of the episode he debuted in. Contrary to his own humble beginnings, however, you came from a well-off family and you had landed the job through your father’s connections.Â
Something that everyone despised you for, because you weren’t like them. They thought you didn’t work hard and had another person on the team write your scripts while you drank pina coladas by the poolside of your home in Beverly Hills and took all the credit.Â
If that were truly the case, then why did you show up for each table reading and scribble down notes, whispering to your colleagues before sharing ideas with the director once the sessions were over? Or be seen at cast calls and left at the same time as the rest of the cast and crew? It was rare for anyone to find a good work ethic, let alone being completely committed to their craft and actually enjoying the whole process even if they made mistakes.
A networking system was vital in show business, sure, but what if your father had only provided you an opportunity to be introduced to the right people, and you put in the time and effort to prove that you had what it took to be under the spotlight.
Yandere!actor found out for himself when you offered to help him to go over his lines in the back booths of 24-hour diner when filming was done for the day. The red circles that the director made on the scripts where his speaking parts were in the areas he needed to improve on by the next session or else he’d be out of a job, deprived of a second chance to be on the big screen.
“See here where the bad guy is supposed to be standing after the evidence of their crime is being brought to light, fueled with anger and believing that they still did the right thing?” You said, tapping against the page. “Instead of looking at him in fear after he slams his hands against the witness stand, look at him in disgust and disbelief. Like how could someone who was your brother’s best friend, his partner at the company they started together, kill him for money that would get him out of the debt he owed to the crime boss. The camera will be on you during that scene, so your facial expressions will be crucial.”
“So, no tears of sadness?”
“That might be a bit overboard unless the director thinks it works for the scene. She’s kinda picky about characters staying in characters, proclaiming that without them that the plot would be ruined. I do agree, at least to that extent.” You smiled at him, flashing a thumbs-up. “You’ll do great though. I’m sure of it.”
Your confidence in his ability and advice saved his ass the following morning during shooting. The director approved the final scenes with a thumbs up, congratulating the staff on finishing the episode in a timely manner and ending the day early.
That was probably when yandere!actor realized there was something special about you.
The weekly viewer ratings for the episode you wrote skyrocketed to over 7 million, and it only increased whenever you were tasked with writing each upcoming episode, right until the season finale. The only thing he regretted was not asking for your phone number or email to stay in touch on the night before he had to return home.
Years passed, and he became a big star in action, horror, and romantic/comedy movies. He bought his groceries at an organic marketplace, had two properties in different cities, he wore designer clothes, and had a walk-in closet filled with shoes of his favorite brand. He was to leave for Italy in a week for another big picture to be filmed, a spy thriller. You were supposed to be there too, and he could not wait to see you again even when the last time he worked with you was just a month ago on the set of that sci-fi epic in Sydney, Australia. The trailer is supposed to be premiering at San Diego Comic-Con but you wouldn’t be on the stage answering questions by his side. Just the director, producer, and his fellow co-star Michelle Wang that he’s been dating to promote the project.Â
It’s really a shame that he can’t tell the director to sod off since he is the star of the movie, so of course he has to be there for the fans or else there would be some serious backlash on Instagram or Tik Tok.Â
He just hoped that the new rumors on social media about you being in a long-term, romantic relationship with a stunt guy are false. After all, no one knew you like he did. And how he wished he realized that he fell in love with you sooner so that you wouldn’t be stolen by some nameless schmuck. How can you be an award-winning screenwriter and have almost no social media footprint for him to keep tabs on?
