#yanderefive

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, a soft metronome marking the passage of time in the small, dimly lit room. Five sat in an old armchair, his eyes fixed on the woman across from him. Y/N was asleep, her breathing even, her expression peaceful—completely unaware of the storm brewing just a few feet away.

Five’s gaze traced the curve of her face, the way her hair fanned out across the pillow, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She looked so calm, so serene, it was almost easy to forget everything that had led to this moment. Almost.

But Five couldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget. He’d been through too much, seen too much. His life had been a series of chaotic, tangled timelines, each one more fragile than the last. But when he found Y/N, everything changed. She was the one fixed point in his otherwise turbulent existence, the one thing that made sense in a universe where nothing else did.

It had started innocently enough, or at least that’s what Five told himself. He had saved her from a mugger in a dark alley, a simple act of heroism—nothing more. But there had been something in her eyes, something that had struck a chord deep within him, something that had awakened a part of him he hadn’t even known existed.

At first, he had convinced himself that he was just keeping an eye on her, making sure she stayed safe. After all, the world was dangerous, and he was the only one who truly understood how fragile the fabric of time could be. He told himself it was his duty to protect her, to make sure she didn’t become another casualty of the chaos.

But it hadn’t taken long for his watchful eye to turn into something darker, something more obsessive. He started following her, keeping tabs on her every movement. He knew where she went, who she talked to, what she ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He knew her favorite books, her favorite songs, the way she liked her tea—everything. And the more he learned about her, the more he became convinced that she was meant to be his.

Of course, Y/N didn’t know any of this. She didn’t know that Five was watching her, guiding her life from the shadows, pulling the strings of fate to keep her close. She didn’t know about the people he had removed from her life—the friends who had suddenly moved away, the men who had inexplicably lost interest in her, the coworkers who had mysteriously been transferred.

But it was all for her, Five assured himself. It was for her safety, her happiness. If they were together, he could keep her safe. He could protect her from the dangers that lurked in every corner of the timeline.

And tonight, he would make sure she finally understood that.

Y/N stirred in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Five’s eyes sharpened, his grip tightening on the armrests of the chair. The anticipation that had been simmering inside him for so long was finally boiling over. He rose silently from the chair, his movements as fluid and precise as ever, and crossed the small room to where she lay.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice soft, almost tender. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered open, disoriented at first, but then they focused on him, and confusion filled her gaze. “Five?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. “What are you…?”

“I need you to listen to me,” he said, cutting her off, his tone firm but not unkind. “I need you to understand.”

Y/N blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, but the fog in her mind was quickly replaced by a creeping sense of unease. She pushed herself up on her elbows, glancing around the unfamiliar room. “Where are we? What’s going on?”

Five didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving her face. “I’ve kept you safe, Y/N. All this time, I’ve been watching over you, protecting you from the dangers of the world, from the chaos that surrounds us.”

Her confusion deepened, and she pulled the blanket tighter around herself. “What are you talking about? How did I get here?”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” he replied smoothly. “You’re safe now, with me. That’s all that matters.”

The unease in her chest turned to fear as the reality of the situation began to sink in. “Five, I…I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re important, Y/N,” he said, his voice laced with an intensity that sent chills down her spine. “You’re the only thing that matters in this entire damned timeline. Everything else is just noise, just chaos. But you…you’re my constant. My fixed point.”

Y/N’s heart raced, her mind scrambling to make sense of his words. She had known Five was different, that there was something dark and dangerous lurking beneath his cool exterior, but she had never imagined this. “This isn’t right,” she said, her voice trembling. “You can’t just…take me like this.”

“I’m not taking you,” Five corrected, his tone almost patient, as if he were explaining something to a child. “I’m saving you. This world is falling apart, Y/N. You’ve seen it. The people, the violence, the chaos. It’s all spiraling out of control. But I can fix it. We can fix it, together. You just need to trust me.”

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “This isn’t fixing anything, Five. This is madness.”

For a moment, a flicker of something—pain? regret?—crossed Five’s face. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the cold determination that had driven him for so long. “You don’t see it now, but you will,” he said softly. “In time, you’ll understand. And when you do, you’ll thank me.”

Before she could protest, before she could do anything, Five leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead in a gesture that was almost tender. “Sleep now, Y/N,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of everything.”

With a subtle flick of his hand, a small, almost invisible device he had implanted in the mattress activated, releasing a gentle stream of sedative gas. Y/N’s eyes widened in realization, but it was too late. The room began to spin, and she felt herself sinking back into the bed, her limbs growing heavy.

“Five…please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible as the darkness closed in.

“I’m doing this for you,” Five whispered back, his voice the last thing she heard before she slipped into unconsciousness.

He stayed by her side, watching as her breathing slowed, as her body relaxed into a deep, dreamless sleep. When he was sure she wouldn’t wake, he stood and began to make the final adjustments. The room they were in—a carefully chosen, isolated location far from prying eyes—was equipped with everything they would need. Everything *she* would need.

Five had thought of everything, prepared for every possibility. He had spent countless hours mapping out their future together, ensuring that nothing could tear them apart. No one would come looking for her. No one would miss her. She was his, now and forever.

As he finished his preparations, Five allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Finally, after all the chaos, after all the pain and suffering, he had found his peace. He had found his Y/N. And nothing would ever take her away from him.

With one last glance at her sleeping form, Five turned off the light and left the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

He would keep her safe. He would protect her from the world, from the chaos, from everything that sought to tear them apart.

Even if it meant protecting her from herself.

Y/N awoke slowly, her mind thick with the remnants of the sedative that Five had used to put her to sleep. The fog in her brain made it hard to focus, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure where she was. The room was dimly lit, with only the faintest traces of sunlight filtering through the thick curtains that covered the windows. It was quiet—unnervingly so.

As her senses returned, so did the memory of what had happened. Her breath caught in her throat as the events of the night before flooded back—Five’s intense gaze, his words that bordered on madness, and the chilling realization that she was trapped.

Panic surged through her veins, and she tried to move, but her limbs felt heavy, weighed down by the lingering effects of the drug. She managed to push herself into a sitting position, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in her surroundings. The room was sparsely furnished, with nothing but a bed, a small table, and a single chair. The walls were bare, the floors cold and uninviting. It was as if the room had been stripped of anything that could provide comfort or a means of escape.

She forced herself to breathe, to think rationally. There had to be a way out. She couldn’t stay here—not like this, not with him.

As if on cue, the door creaked open, and Five stepped inside. He was as composed as ever, his expression calm, almost serene, as he closed the door behind him. He carried a tray in his hands, which he set down on the small table beside the bed.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice devoid of the tension that had filled it the night before. “I brought you some breakfast.”

Y/N’s eyes darted to the tray, then back to Five. The sight of the food did nothing to ease the knot of fear in her stomach. “Five,” she began, her voice shaky, “let me go. Please. This isn’t right.”

Five’s expression remained unchanged, though there was a hint of something darker in his eyes. “You’re still confused,” he replied calmly, as if he hadn’t heard her plea. “I know this is all a lot to take in, but it’s for the best. I’m keeping you safe, Y/N. This world is full of danger, and you don’t need to face it alone anymore.”

“I don’t need you to protect me like this,” Y/N argued, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’m not in danger. You’re the one who’s putting me in danger by keeping me here!”

Five’s gaze hardened slightly, and he took a step closer, his presence filling the small room. “I’m the only one who can protect you,” he said firmly. “I’ve seen what happens in this world—what people are capable of. You don’t understand, Y/N. They’ll hurt you. They’ll take you away from me. I can’t let that happen.”

Y/N shook her head, her desperation growing. “No one’s trying to take me away from you, Five! You’re the one who’s hurting me right now. This isn’t love—it’s obsession!”

He flinched at the word, a flash of pain crossing his features before he quickly masked it with his usual stoic expression. “You’re wrong,” he said softly. “This is love, Y/N. It’s more than love. It’s destiny. We’re meant to be together, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that happens.”

She felt a chill run down her spine as his words sank in. There was no reasoning with him—his mind was made up, his reality distorted by his obsession. “You’re not thinking clearly,” she said, trying to sound calm despite the fear that gripped her. “This isn’t you, Five. The real you wouldn’t do this.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, Y/N thought she saw a flicker of doubt. But then it was gone, replaced by the cold determination that had driven him to this point. “I’m more myself now than I’ve ever been,” he replied quietly. “I’ve finally found something worth fighting for—worth living for. And I won’t let anyone take that away.”

Y/N’s heart sank. She could see now that there was no reasoning with him, no convincing him to let her go. He was too far gone, lost in his own twisted reality.

Five reached out and gently cupped her face in his hand, his touch both tender and possessive. “You’ll see, Y/N,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “In time, you’ll understand. You’ll realize that this is the only way we can be together.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him, the man she had once cared for, now a stranger consumed by his own obsession. “Please, Five,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Don’t do this. I can’t live like this.”

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled away. “You don’t have to worry about anything anymore,” he said, his voice soothing. “I’ll take care of everything. You just need to rest.”

With that, he turned and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Y/N was left alone in the cold, silent room, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way out.

But as the minutes ticked by, her hope began to dwindle. Five had thought of everything, planned every detail meticulously. He had made sure there was no way for her to escape, no way for anyone to find her.

She was trapped—his prisoner, his obsession, his fixed point in a world that had spiraled out of control.

And there was nothing she could do to change that.

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The cold bite of the metal cuffs still haunted your wrists, though they had been released hours ago. Your skin was raw and tender, a constant reminder of Five’s control, his obsession. The silence between you was thick and suffocating as he loomed over you,  watching with calculating eyes. His gaze lingered in your wrists, then traveled up to meet yours, dark and unreadable.

"See?" He murmured, his voice soft but laced with quiet menace.  "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You forced yourself to remain still, not flinching as he reached for your wrists  again, rubbing his thumbs over the red, bruised skin. His touch once rough and demanding,  now held a gentleness that felt wrong. The lines between his lobe and his cruelty blurred,  twisted into something incomprehensible.

"No," you whispered, lowering your head, keeping your voice submissive. " It wasn’t."

Five tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him.  His eyes searched your face, looking for any trace of defiance.  Bur yiu had become an expert at hiding it. Every ounce of resistance was buried deep, hidden behind a mask of obedience.  You had to play this carefully.

"You’ve learned, haven't you?" He asked, his voice deceptively soft. "You understand your place now."

You nodded slowly; allowing your lips to

quirk into a small, broken smile.

'I do. I'm sorry for defying you."

His lips curved into a satisfied smile,

and his grip on your chin softened.

"Good. Because I don't want to hurt

you, Y/N. But

will, if you force me to"

"I won't"  you promised, your heart

pounding in your chest. "I've learned my

lesson"

Five's fingers loosened around your

wrist, and he finally let go, stepping

back to admire his work. The cuffs lay

discarded on the floor, but the invisible

chains that bound you to him were

stronger than ever. He believed he had

broken you, that you had surrendered to

his control

And that belief was your

greatest weapon.

He let out a soft sigh, brushing his hand

through his disheveled hair. "You’ve

been good today," he murmured, almost

to himself. His eyes drifted to the table,

where an untouched meal sat cold.

"You didn't eat earlier. You should eat."

You glanced at the food and nodded

slowly. "I wasn’t hungry, but I’Il eat now."

He watched as you made your way to

the table, his sharp gaze following your

every movement. You sat down

carefully, your hands trembling slightly

as you picked up the fork. Every bite

felt like swallowing sand, but you

forced yourself to chew, to play the role

you had crafted.

Five walked behind you, his hands

resting on your shoulders. The weight

of his presence pressed down on you,

suffocating and inescapable. He bent

down, his lips brushing against your ear

as he whispered "Im proud of you, Y/N."

The words sent a chill down your spine,

and you suppressed the urge to

shudder under his touch. "Thank you,"

you whispered, pushing another forkful

of food into your mouth.

He lingered for a moment longer before

straightening up, stepping away from

you. You heard the soft creak of the

floorboards as he moved across the

room, giving you space but never truly

leaving. His eyes were still on you,

watching every breath, every

movement, making sure that his control

over you was complete.

You took a deep breath, fighting the

urge to scream, to push the plate away

and run. But you knew that escape

wasn’t an option-not yet. Not until he

was completely convinced that you

were broken.

The next few days were crucial.

As you continued to eat in silence, Five

leaned against the wall, his arms

crossed over his chest. "You’re doing

well, but I think you still need more

time. We need to rebuild trust."

You nodded quickly, swallowing the

lump in your throat. "I understand."

He gave you a small, approving smile.

"Good. I'm glad we’re on the same

page."

Days passed, each one blending into

the next. You played your part

flawlessiy-obedient, quiet, never

pushing back. You let him hold you,

touch you, kiss you. His

possessiveness grew, and with it, a

twisted sense of tenderness. He

believed you had surrendered completely, that you were his and his alone.

Every night, he held you close, whispering dark promises in your ear as you lay beside him, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. And every night, you lay still, your heart racing with fear and determination.

"Y/N," he whispered one night, his voice soft in the darkness. "I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone the way | love you."

You swallowed hard, your voice small as you replied, "I love you too, Five."

He pulled you closer, his breath warm against your neck. "Do you really mean that?” His tone was almost vulnerable, a rare crack in his otherwise unyielding control.

"Of course,’ you whispered, forcing your voice to remain steady. "I’m yours. No one else matters.”

His grip tightened slightly, and for a moment, you thought he might doubt you. But then, he sighed contentedly and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. "Good girl."

The words made your skin crawl, but you kept your breathing even, your body relaxed against him. You were playing a dangerous game, but it was working. Slowly but surely, Five was beginning to trust you again.

Weeks passed, and your routine became almost normal. Five no longer locked you in the room. You had earned small freedoms—allowed to roam the house under his watchful eye, to sit in the garden with him, to talk to him without fear of punishment. But you were always aware of the invisible cage around you, the constant reminder that one wrong move would bring it all crashing down.

One evening, as you both sat on the couch, Five's hand resting possessively on your thigh, he turned to you with a thoughtful look.

"You've been good, Y/N," he said softly, his eyes flicking over your face. "I think you've finally accepted your place.’

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "I have."

His fingers tightened on your thigh, a dark gleam in his eyes. "You're mine. Forever."

"Forever,’ you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Five’s smile was slow, predatory, as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "I think it’s time for your reward."

You felt a chill run down your spine as his words hung in the air, thick with dangerous intent. "My reward?"

He nodded, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. "You've been so good for me. | think you deserve something special."

He nodded, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. "You've been so good for me. | think you deserve something special."

Your heart raced as his hand trailed over your skin, his touch possessive and unrelenting. You knew what was coming, and you steeled yourself for it. This was part of the plan. You had to keep him convinced. You had to let him believe that you were his completely. "Let me show you how much | appreciate your obedience,’ he murmured, his lips ghosting over your neck as he pressed you down onto the couch.

You swallowed hard, your body tense beneath him as he hovered over you, his eyes dark with possessive hunger. This was the moment you had prepared for, the moment where you had to give in—at least for now.

And so, you did. You let him claim you, let him take what he wanted, his touch rough and demanding as he reminded you, again and again, that you were his.

But even as your body obeyed, your mind remained focused, cold, calculating.

Because while Five believed he had broken you, you knew the truth.

The mask you wore was flawless, and soon, very soon, you would be free.

Days blended into an agonizing blur for Y/N. Time felt meaningless in the small, windowless room where she was held. The only break in the monotony was Five’s visits—always calm, always collected, always terrifyingly gentle. He would bring her meals, talk to her in a low, soothing voice, and watch her with an intensity that made her skin crawl. The more time passed, the clearer it became that Five’s obsession had spiraled into something far darker than she had imagined.

Y/N knew she had to act. Waiting for Five to come to his senses wasn’t an option anymore. Every time he looked at her, she could feel the walls of her prison closing in, tightening with each passing second. The only way out was to escape—and she had to do it soon.

One evening, when Five entered the room with her dinner, Y/N forced a smile, masking the fear gnawing at her insides. "Five," she began, her voice steady despite the storm raging in her mind, "I’ve been thinking… You’re right. About everything."

Five paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He set the tray down and turned to face her fully, his expression softening. "You’ve come to understand," he said quietly, a hint of relief in his voice.

"I have," Y/N lied, her heart pounding in her chest. She had practiced these words over and over in her mind, knowing this was her one chance. "I know you’re doing this to protect me. And I’m grateful, really. But I can’t stay in this room forever. Maybe…maybe we could go outside? Just for a little while. You’ll be with me the whole time, and I promise I won’t run."

Five studied her closely, his gaze piercing, as if he were trying to read her thoughts. For a moment, Y/N thought she had failed—that he would see through her ruse. But then he nodded, though his eyes remained wary. "We can go for a walk," he agreed, "but you have to understand—if you try to run, I’ll have no choice but to bring you back here. I won’t let anything happen to you, Y/N. I can’t."

Y/N forced herself to meet his gaze, giving him a small, reassuring smile. "I won’t run. I just want to be with you."

The lie tasted bitter on her tongue, but it was the only way to get out. As Five led her down a narrow hallway and up a flight of stairs, Y/N’s mind raced, desperately trying to formulate a plan. She had no idea where they were or how far away help might be, but it didn’t matter. She had to take the risk.

When they emerged into the cool evening air, Y/N inhaled deeply, savoring the taste of freedom, however brief it might be. They were in the middle of a dense forest, the trees towering above them, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. The sky was a deepening shade of twilight, the sun dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the ground.

"This way," Five said, gesturing toward a narrow path that wound through the trees. "It’s quiet here. Safe."

Y/N nodded, her pulse quickening as she followed him down the trail. The further they walked, the more she scanned the area for any sign of escape—a break in the trees, a path leading in another direction, anything that could offer her a chance.

Then, she saw it—a faint, barely visible trail leading off into the woods, partially hidden by thick underbrush. Her heart leapt into her throat. This was her chance. She had to act now, before it was too late.

"Thank you for bringing me out here, Five," she said, forcing her voice to remain calm and steady. "It’s nice to feel the fresh air again."

Five glanced at her, his expression softening slightly. "I’m glad you’re starting to feel better," he replied, though his tone was still cautious. "We can do this more often, if it helps."

Y/N nodded, her mind racing. She knew she had to time this perfectly. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed his hand gently—a small, calculated move to lower his guard. Then, without warning, she yanked her hand free and bolted down the hidden trail, her feet pounding against the earth as she ran.

"Y/N!" Five’s voice rang out behind her, sharp with alarm. She didn’t look back, didn’t dare slow down. The underbrush scratched at her legs, branches whipped at her face, but she pushed through the pain, driven by pure adrenaline and the desperate need to escape.

But she could hear him behind her, his footsteps growing closer, faster. Five was relentless, and Y/N knew he wouldn’t stop until he had her back under his control. She could barely breathe, her chest burning with each gasping breath, but she couldn’t stop—she had to keep going, had to get away.

Suddenly, the ground gave way beneath her, and Y/N let out a cry as she tumbled down a steep embankment. Her body crashed through the undergrowth, pain shooting through her limbs as she hit the ground hard. Dazed and disoriented, she lay there for a moment, the world spinning around her.

She barely had time to catch her breath before Five was there, standing at the top of the embankment, his expression a mix of anger and something that looked like betrayal. He slowly descended toward her, each step deliberate, as if he were trying to keep his emotions in check.

"I told you not to run," he said quietly, his voice low and dangerous. "Why didn’t you listen, Y/N?"

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Five…please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I was scared. I—I didn’t mean to—"

Five cut her off with a sharp gesture, his eyes narrowing. "You promised me," he said, his voice cold. "You said you wouldn’t run. I trusted you, Y/N."

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she looked up at him. "I’m sorry," she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, just let me go…"

For a moment, Five’s expression softened, and Y/N thought she saw a flicker of the man she once knew—the man who had saved her, who had made her feel safe. But then, just as quickly, the cold, calculating mask slipped back into place.

"I can’t let you go," he said, his voice resolute. "Not now. Not ever. You’re mine, Y/N. You’re my fixed point."

With those words, any hope of reasoning with him vanished. Five reached down and grabbed her arm, his grip firm but not cruel, and pulled her to her feet. Y/N winced as pain shot through her ankle, but she knew there was no point in resisting. She was too exhausted, too injured, and Five was far too strong.

As he led her back through the woods, Y/N’s mind raced, searching for any possible way out of this nightmare. But deep down, she knew the truth. There was no escape. Not from Five. Not from the man who had made her his entire world.

And as they disappeared into the shadows of the forest, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that her fate was sealed—that no matter what she did, she would never truly be free.

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The air in the room was thick with tension when five dragged Y/N back intonthe cold,confined space she han once foolishly hoped to escape. Her ankle throbbed with every step, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the dread that gripped her heart. She could feel the shoft in him- the anger simmering just beneath his calm exterior, ready ro erupt.

He slammed the door shut behind them,the sound of echoing off the barren walls. His silence was fare more terrifying than his words had ever been.

Y/N tried to speak, her voice trembling.

"Five I'm-"

"Dont." His voice was low, sharp as a blade. "You promised, Y/N. You lied to me." He stalked towards her, each step slow and deliberate, his eyes dark with fury. " Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"I was scared!" Y/N cried, backing away, her heart pounding in her chest. "I didn't mean to lie- I just-couldn't stay here any longer!"

"That doesn't matter!" Fives voices snapped like a whip, cutting through the air. "You belong here. You belong with me. You said you understood that."

Y/N's black hit the wall, and she winced as her injured ankle buckled beneath her. She slid down to the floor, her breath becoming in short, panicked gasps. " Please,Five... I didn't want to hurt you. "

Five stared down at her, his expression a cold mask, though the hurt jn his eyes flickered briefly, a trace of vulnerability buried beneath the rage. But it vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by something much darker. "You didn't want to hurt me? You think running from me, lying to me wasn't going to hurt me?" His voice was quiet now, dangerously controlled.

He knell in front of her, grapping her chin with a grip hat was anything but gentle. His touch was no longer tender- it was possessive, angry. "Yiu need to learn, Y/N. You need to understand that I won't let you betray me again."

Y/N whimpered as his fingers tightened, digging painfully into her skin. She tried to pull away, but his hold was unyielding. "Five...please..."

"You don't get to beg," he spät, eyes blazing with cold fire. "You've crossed a line, and now you're going to face the consequences. "

With a sudden, violent motion, Five yanked her up by her arm, forcing her to stand despite her injured ankle. The pain shot through her leg, and Y/N cried out, but he didn't relent. He dragged her to the bed, throwing her onto the mattress with enough force to knock the air from her lungs.

"You wanted to run." he said, his voice cold and emotionless. "Now, you'll see what happens when you defy me!"

Y/N tried to crawl away, but Five was faster. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, his strength far overpowering gers. Pain seared through her shoulder as she struggled, tears streamed down her face. "Stop, please! You're hurting me!"

"I'm teaching you," he said through gritted teeth. "Teaching you that you never try to leave me again."

He pressed her face into the pillows, his hand gripping her wrist so tightly she thought it might break. Her cries were muffled, her body shaking with sobs as she realized the extent of his wrath. There was no escape from him - not now, not ever. His grip on her was as unbreakable as his obsession.

After what felt like an eternity, Five finally released her wrist, and Y/N collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath, her body trembling with pain and fear. She lay there, sobbing quietly, too terrified to move, too broken to fight back.

Five stood over her, his breathing heavy, his expression unreadable. He watched her for a long moment, his eyes tracing the outline of her shaking form then, without a word, he turned and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him.

The house was silent as Five slept beside you, his arm draped possessively over your waist, his grip like a chain even in sleep. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, but you moved slowly, carefully lifting his arm and slipping out of bed. Every second was a risk, every movement calculated. You stepped onto the cold floor, swallowing the fear rising in your chest. This was it. You’d played your part for weeks—smiled, submitted, lied. But now, after all the planning, you finally had a chance to escape. You had to act fast.

The door was only a few steps away, but each step felt like a mile. Your hands trembled as you gripped the doorknob, holding your breath. One step outside, and you could run. Freedom was waiting for you—just beyond the threshold.

The creak of the door filled the silence, and then

“Going somewhere?”

His voice was soft, but it hit you like a sledgehammer. You froze, fear slamming into you. Slowly, you turned to see him standing at the doorway, his silhouette barely visible in the dim light. His eyes, dark and dangerous, were locked onto you with a look that sent ice through your veins.

"Five, I—" you stammered, but he cut you off, his face twisting with fury.

“Don't. Lie.” His voice was calm, eerily so, but his fists were clenched, knuckles white with restrained anger.

You stumbled backward, the terror clawing at your chest. You were so close, so close to freedom, but now... now there was nowhere to go.

In an instant, Five lunged at you, grabbing you by the throat and slamming you against the wall. Your vision exploded with stars as the back of your head hit the plaster. His grip tightened, cutting off your air as he leaned in, his breath hot against your face.

“After everything I’ve done for you... you still thought you could leave?” His voice was a venomous hiss, dripping with disgust and betrayal. “You think you can escape me?”

You clawed at his hand, gasping for breath, but his hold was unyielding, his fingers pressing deeper into your skin. He was close, too close, his face inches from yours, eyes gleaming with a terrifying mix of fury and obsession.

"l... can't... breathe," you choked out, your vision blurring at the edges. Five's lips curled into a cold, twisted smile as he loosened his grip just enough for you to suck in a desperate breath.

Then, without warning, he slammed you to the floor, the impact sending a sharp pain through your ribs. You tried to Crawl away, but Five was on you in an instant, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you up onto your knees. A cry of pain escaped your lips, but he only yanked harder, forcing you to look up at him.

"Did you really think you could run from me?" he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "After everything? After | saved you, protected you, gave you everything?"

His hand lashed out, striking you hard across the face. The force of the blow sent you sprawling onto the floor, your cheek burning with the sting of it. You tried to scramble away, but Five was relentless. He grabbed you by the ankle, dragging you across the floor like you were nothing, his anger palpable in the air.

“You're mine,” he growled, pulling you back toward the bed. “You'll always be mine.”

Before you could move, before you could even think, he was on top of you, pinning you down with his full weight. His hands clamped around your wrists, trapping you beneath him.

“You thought you could betray me," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "You thought you could just walk away? After all this time?"

His hand went to his pocket, and when he pulled it out, the glint of the knife in his hand made your blood run cold. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in around you as the cold steel pressed against your skin.

“No, Five, please—”

Your words were cut off as he leaned down, his mouth brushing against your ear. "You think you can survive without me? You're nothing without me."

With terrifying precision, he brought the blade down to your arm, the sharp tip biting into your skin. You screamed, your body jerking beneath him, but he didn’t stop. His grip on your wrist tightened as he carved the first letter of his name into your arm, the blade dragging through flesh with slow, deliberate strokes.

"F,’ he whispered, his voice filled with a twisted satisfaction. "I."

You screamed again, your voice raw as the pain tore through you, blood trickling down your arm, pooling onto the sheets. But Five didn’t flinch. He was methodical, controlled, his face calm as he continued carving his name into your flesh.

"V... E...” he finished, pulling the knife away, the letters of his name permanently etched into your skin. Blood dripped from the wound, staining the bed, but Five’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction.

"There," he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead, his lips soft against your trembling skin. "Now you'll never forget who you belong to."

You sobbed, your body shaking with pain and fear, but Five wasn't done. He flipped you over onto your stomach, pressing your face into the bed as he pinned your arms behind your back. You tried to struggle, but it was useless. He was stronger, faster, and completely unhinged.

“You think you can just run?” he snarled, his voice thick with rage. “You

think anyone else will ever want you now?”

With a sickening thud, his fist connected with your ribs. The pain exploded through your body, a scream tearing from your throat as the bones cracked under the force of the blow. He hit you again, and again, each strike sending fresh waves of agony through your already broken body.

You begged, pleaded, your voice hoarse from screaming, but Five didn’t care. His fists continued to rain down on you, each hit more brutal than the last, until your body went limp beneath him, your vision swimming with black spots.

When he finally stopped, when the storm of violence finally subsided, you lay there, broken and bleeding, barely able to breathe. Five stood above you, his chest heaving with exertion, but his eyes were calm. Too calm.

He leaned down, brushing a strand of blood-matted hair from your face. "Now, you'll never try to leave again, will you?" he murmured, his voice almost tender. You couldn't speak. You couldn't even move. The pain was too much, the weight of his obsession crushing whatever was left of you.

And as he lifted you into his arms, cradling you like a broken doll, you knew the truth. There was no escape. Not anymore.

The next time you woke, the pain was the first thing that hit you, like a freight train smashing into your ribs. Your body felt like tt had been through hell, every muscle screaming tin agony The fresh cuts on your arm burned with a searing heat, the letters of Five's name still oozing blood, branding you like Property.

You tried to move, but it was futile. Five's presence was an oppressive weight even when he wasn’t in the room. You were trapped, not just by him physically, but by the relentless violence that haunted every moment you spent under his control.

But this time was different. There was a hardness in his eyes now, a deeper darkness. The nights before had been brutal, but after your failed escape attempt, he had truly snapped

He didn't just want to own you. He wanted to make sure you knew, without a doubt, that you were nothing without him

Later that day, Five returned. His eyes gleamed with an intensity that made your stomach churn. He hadn't said a word since the punishment last night, but his silence was more terrifying than any threat he could make.

“Get up,” he said flatly.

You tried to obey, pushing yourself off the bed, your muscles trembling from the effort. The moment your feet touched the floor, you collapsed again, your legs too weak to hold you.

Five didn’t care. He yanked you up by the arm, his grip crushing against the fresh wounds he'd carved into your skin. You cried out, but he ignored you, dragging you down the hallway. The familiar silence of the house weighed down on you like a suffocating blanket.

But this time, it wasn’t just the two of you.

As you entered the dining room, you froze. The rest of the Hargreeves siblings were there, seated at the long dining table as if nothing were wrong, as if your entire world hadn't been shattered Into a thousand pieces.

Klaus sat lazily in his chatr, nursing a drink, while Diego and Luther engaged in quiet conversation. Allison glanced at you briefly, her expression unreadable, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of discomfort. Even Ben, ghostly as ever, stood in the corner, his arms crossed, They all knew. They had to know what was happening behind closed doors, and yet they said nothing.

Five shoved you forward, forcing you to stand before them, his hand still wrapped painfully around your arm.

“| thought it was time for a family gathering,” Five said, his voice smooth, casual even. But there was a sharp edge to it, something dangerous simmering beneath the surface “After all, Y/N's been... trying to forget her place.”

The siblings exchanged uneasy glances. None of them dared to meet your eyes. The humthation burned hotter than the pain from your injuries, the weight of their silent judgment pressing down on you.

Diego cleared his throat, his voice stiff. "Five, this is—*

"Enough." Five's voice cut through the air like a whip, silencing Diego instantly. He turned his gaze to you, a twisted smile playing on his lips. “They don’t understand yet, Y/N. They don’t know what happens when you defy me."

You trembled, your heart pounding in your chest as the terror clawed at your throat. You wanted to run, to hide, but there was nowhere to go. Not with the entire family watching.

Without warning, Five grabbed the back of your neck and forced you to your knees in front of him. The roughness of his hand sent a fresh wave of pain through your already bruised body, and you gasped, your vision blurring with tears.

“Look at them," he demanded, his voice cold and devoid of any empathy. "Look at my family. You wanted to leave me, didn’t you? You thought you could run away, start over. But this... this is what you are. You're mine, and they need to see that.”

You tried to avoid their eyes, but Five jerked your head up, forcing you to face them. The shame was unbearable, the weight of their silent stares suffocating. You could feel the tears spilling down your cheeks, but you bit down on your lip, refusing to make a sound.

"This is your punishment,’ Five continued, his voice cruel and sharp. “You tried to escape. You thought you could live without me. But now, they'll all know. They'll see how weak you are.”

Luther shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his massive frame looking out of place in the tense atmosphere. “Five, don't you think this is going a bit too far?”

Five's eyes snapped to him, dark and menacing. “Too far? No, Luther Not far enough. She needs to learn her lesson. And maybe you all do too.”

Before anyone could react, Five grabbed a knife from the table—another blade, another threat—and pressed it against your throat. The cold metal bit into your skin just enough to make you freeze, your breath catching in your chest.

"You will never leave me,” he hissed, leaning close, his voice dripping with venom. "You'll never run. And if you ever try again... I'll carve my name into every inch of your body.”

The blade dug deeper into your throat, and you whimpered, terrified that one wrong move would end everything. Five grinned, satisfied by the fear in your eyes.

"Kiss the floor,’ he ordered, his voice low but commanding. "Show them that you know your place."

Your mind rebelled at the command, but the sharp edge of the blade pressed harder against your skin, leaving you no choice. Humiliation and despair battled inside you as you lowered your head, your lips brushing the cold, hard floor beneath you. The tears flowed freely now, mixing with the blood that dripped from your arm.

The room was deathly silent, the tension so thick you could taste it. No one dared to move No one dared to stop him.

After what felt like an eternity, Five pulled you back up, his grip on your arm as strong as ever He smiled, but there was nothing warm in it. His gaze flickered over his siblings, daring any of them to speak.

“You see now," he said softly. "She belongs to me. And none of you can change that."

Klaus was the first to look away, unable to meet your eyes, his usual humor absent. Diego's jaw tightened, but he remained silent, his fists clenched at his sides. Even Allison, who always seemed composed, looked down at the table, her expression conflicted.

Ben, the ghost who had watched silently, shook his head. “This... isn't tight, Five.”

Five's smile disappeared. He yanked you up by the arm, dragging you out of the room before anyone could say another word. You stumbled after him, your legs barely able to hold you up, but he didn’t slow down. His fury radiated from him like a furnace, and you knew there was more to come.

Back in the bedroom, Five shoved you onto the bed, his eyes blazing with unrestrained rage

“You embarrassed me in front of my family,’ he snarled, pacing in front of you like a predator circling Its prey. “Do you have any idea what that means? After everything I've done for you?”

You didn't respond. You couldn't The fear had consumed you, swallowing any words before they could leave your lips.

Five's hand lashed out, gripping your hair and yanking your head back, forcing you to look at him The pain shot through your scalp, but you bit down on your lip to stop yourself from crying out.

"| should kill you for trying to leave me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous “But! won't Not yet."

He released you, letting you fall back onto the bed, and stepped back. His eyes were cold, calculating.

"You'll stay here You'll wait. And maybe, just maybe, tf you beg hard

enough, I'll consider forgiving you.”

With that, he turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

And in the silence that followed, you

realized the truth—you weren't just his

prisoner.

You were his toy. His possession.

Something he could break again and

again, and he would never stop