𐙚Emmalynn / Dollie

but if you're a yandere/darling blog and over 18 (18+) could you please reblog/interact?

And yet, here you are—crying, shaking, looking at me like I’m some kind of monster.

You should be grateful. No one else would ever want something as pathetic as you. No one else would bother keeping you, shaping you into something... useful.

But I did.

I still do.

Even now, when you’re bruised and broken and so damn weak, I still want you.

So stop crying. Stop shaking.

"I want a yandere s/o!"

Until one by one, the people who give you attention suddenly hate and ghost you mysteriously. That wasn't me, what are you talking about?

Until I get the urge to force kindly tell you to block everyone who wants to try and get close to you. You're so compliant, I know you'd do it for me. You love me right?

Until I get clingy and want updates on your day about what you're doing, where you're going, and who you're talking to- nevermind. I'm the only one you talk to right? Because you're the only one I talk to. It should be reciprocated. If I really mattered to you, I'd be the only one you talk to and open up to, right?

Yan who secretly sends you threatening letters and gifts. Threats of kidnapping you and hurting you, bloody chunks of meat and hair cut from your head while you were asleep.

Yan who suddenly pops into your life, seeming like the perfect guy. He’s just your type! His style, his hair, his body, his personality and hobbies… everything!

Yan who comforts you when you keep receiving disturbing notes. “I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.”