4*TOWN yandere scenarios♡︎

Your Stockholm Sydrome developing

Robaire and you, the dimly lit room felt suffocating, the air heavy with tension as you sat across from Robaire, his piercing gaze fixed upon you like a predator stalking its prey. He did this sometimes, they all did. Just coming into your room and sitting on the couch placed in front of your bed, studying you.

You summoned the courage to speak, voice barely a whisper in the eerie silence that enveloped the two of you.

"Robaire," You began hesitantly, the words tasting bitter on your tongue, "Am I real?"

His expression softened slightly, a hint of pity flickering in his eyes before being masked by his usual facade of calm composure. "Of course, you're real." he replied smoothly, his voice a velvet whisper that sent shivers down your spine.
"You're more real than anything else in this world." He knotted his brows, not understanding your point.

Did T. drug you again or what?

"But how can I be sure?" You pressed, the doubts gnawing at the edges of your sanity. "In this place, trapped within these walls, it's like... like I'm living in a nightmare. Can you make me feel real, Robaire?"

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of Robaire's lips as he leaned forward, his presence overwhelming in its intensity. "I can make you feel anything you desire," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that sent a chill down your spine.

"But first, you must trust me. Trust that I know what's best for you, that I can protect you from the cruel realities of the outside world."

His words were like a siren's song, luring you deeper into the darkness that surrounded the two of you. Despite the lingering fear in the pit of your stomach, you found yourself drawn to him, desperate for the illusion of safety and security that he promised.

And so, with trembling hands and a heart heavy with uncertainty, you stood up from your bed and walked over to the couch, crawling into his heated, outstretched arms for you. Little did you know that in that moment, you have taken the first step down a path from which there would be no return.

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Tae's bathroom was soaked in soft candlelight, casting flickering shadows across the walls as you sat opposite Tae in the warm bathtub, his eyes filled with adoration as he gazed at you. Not your body, not your tits, not your hips, you. Your face. Your heart raced with trepidation, unsure of what to make of the strange pull you felt towards him, like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Tae," You began, voice trembling with uncertainty, "I... I don't know how to feel anymore. Everything feels so overwhelming, like I'm lost in a maze." You needed to tell this to someone.

His smile was gentle, filled with understanding and an underlying sense of possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. "It's okay, you're still just the same to me." he assured, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "I'll be here for you, every step of the way."

"But.." You whispered, the doubts still lingering in the back of your mind. "In this place, surrounded by.., it's like... like I'm drowning in confusion."

Tae's expression softened, his eyes brimming with empathy as he took your hand in his own. "I may not have all the answers," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody that washed over you like a gentle wave, softer than the water. "But I promise to stand by you, to help you navigate through the darkness until you find your way."

His words were like a beacon of hope, offering you solace in the midst of your turmoil. And so, with a trembling sigh, you allowed yourself to crawl over to him and lean into the comfort of his presence, your heart opening to him in ways you never thought possible.