Random Rambling -yandere One shots

hugs and kisses

Pretend to sleep

He's just come in. The same man who kidnapped me not even two months ago.

I feel the bed dip next to me as smooth arms cling onto me and a head lays on my neck

I've learnt that if I appear to be sleeping everything will be calm. No agonizing arguments, no violent outbursts and no "helping"

He calls it "helping" I call it torture. He says it's for my own good; so that I can learn how to be a proper wife.

I'm not his wife.

He starts clinging closer to me as he smiles brightly. He starts stroking my hair as he slightly giggles to himself

I almost get deja vu from when it was the early days

From when he used to sneak into my bedroom while I was sleeping and sit and play with my hair or leave me small kisses

I was a light sleeper

However, it seems that old habits die hard.

He'd just finished shopping and I could tell that he had a good day today, the lack of screaming was a huge indicator

That wouldn't persuade me to stop pretending to sleep

Things are just calmer this way

And maybe I knew that in my fucked up mind, I liked his body heat and how he always made me feel special; I liked his small kisses and how he would spend most of his time with me.

Maybe I knew I loved him