Darling Zrofor x Reader
Pairing: Lunatic!Yandere!Zrofor (Male) x Male Reader Genre: Dark Romance, Psychological Thriller, Obsession Warnings: Yandere behavior, possessiveness, obsession, mild violence, delusion, unhealthy relationship dynamics.
You don’t remember when Zrofor started watching you. Not exactly. Maybe it was during that time you laughed at his joke—offhand, polite—but he stared like it meant something profound. Like he'd found God in the curve of your lips.
But now… Now you wake up with that feeling again.
That gaze. Like something sharp pressing into your skin even when you're alone.
You don't realize how far gone he is until the night he shows up at your doorstep, dripping with rain, eyes wide with ecstasy and madness.
“I did it,” he whispers, breathless. “He won’t look at you again. No one will.”
You freeze. His knuckles are bruised, fresh blood drying under his fingernails. He reaches out, and you instinctively step back—but he follows, smiling wide, like a boy showing off a prize he made just for you.
“You don’t get it yet, do you?” he murmurs, tilting his head. “You're mine. Mine. And anyone who threatens that…” He giggles—giggles—like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “They disappear.”
You try to run, but he’s faster. His hand slams the door shut before you can reach it. He pins you there, body pressed too close, and his breath is hot against your neck.
“I loved you before I even knew your name,” he growls. “I memorized the way you breathe. The way you blink. And when you smiled at me—smiled—oh, darling, that was it. That was the moment I knew I’d tear the world apart just to keep you close.”
He presses his forehead to yours, trembling. Not from fear. From joy. Deranged joy.
“You don’t have to love me yet,” he says sweetly, eyes wide and crazed. “You will. You will, because I’ll make sure I’m the only one left. And when there’s no one else to run to… you’ll finally see how beautiful this is.”
You whisper his name. “Zrofor…”
His pupils dilate. He moans softly like it’s a prayer.
“Say it again.”
“Zrofor—please, stop—”
His lips crash into yours—violent, needy, possessive. When he pulls back, his smile is soaked in lunacy.
“You said my name. That’s good. That means we’re starting to understand each other.”
Chains rattle softly behind him. You hadn’t noticed the bag at his feet until now.
Now, let’s go somewhere quiet,” he purrs, gripping your wrist with gentle but unrelenting strength. “Where it’s just you and me. Forever.”
You struggle, you scream, but he only laughs. Because in Zrofor’s mind, love isn’t soft. It’s not kind. It’s consuming.
And he’s already decided: You are the only thing that makes his world worth existing.
And he will never let you go.
