Enclosed Perimeters (Yandere M. x F. Reader)

Conversation of Cards

His ears had listened to every word, and he had set down his cards. He had hung on her every word, finding himself leaning closer to her. In those moments, she had been so alive before him. Her eyes had gleamed with wonder, her had lips spoke with glee, her fingers had moved with grace and her hair had shimmered with beauty.

Even when she had stopped talking and had reminded him that it was his turn, he remained enraptured by her. His right thumbnail was between his teeth, as he bit on it lightly. His gaze focused in on her face when she called his name with worry. How could he resist that?

Closing the distance between the two of them, he rested his hands on the sides of her face and pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes had widened, but he didn't see this for long, as he closed his. He could hear sounds of discomfort from her, but he continued to kiss her. Drem longed to be able to feel her lips against his and to taste them; he wished to feel her soft skin under his fingertips.

In his present state of mind, he told himself that he would be able to if he just persisted in kissing her. Eventually, he did pull back, however; he didn't desire to cause her to pass out on him. He heard her draw a heavy breath, as he moved back to his original place on the bed. Drem could hear her shivering as well.

I'll make you some tea.

"Drem, you need to learn to respect my space. You could've killed me," his little doe voiced, her breath still somewhat uneven.

I'm sorry, but you're just too beautiful. When you were narrating your answer, I couldn't resist the enthralling charm of your expression and words.

He didn't wait for her answer, but he never even heard a reply from her when he was leaving. A smile dusted itself across his lips, and he couldn't help but cast a quick glance her way. His brown eyes lighted up before he turned on his heel and headed for the kitchen.

Covering her cheeks with her hands, she felt them to be quite warm, despite them being cold moments before. Was she actually blushing? It didn't mean anything, though, right? Her blush was only there because he had caught her off guard with his words. Her fingers, however, trailed to her lips. They were still cold, as was the inside of her mouth and throat, since the chill of his touch had caused her to gasp during the kiss.

Something about that kiss was different from the others that he had given her. It wasn't any less gentle, and it wasn't any less painful. Maybe, it was because she had presumed that his hands were on her face and that their previous conversation had been a very fond memory of hers. The context surrounding the situation seemed to point towards the gesture being something different from before. Not to mention what he just wrote her.

Turning her gaze to the unfinished card game before her, she saw something strange about some of the cards' arrangement. Three of the cards were in a straight line: first the king, next the ace and last the queen. All of them were of the suit of hearts; the king loves the queen.

(F/n) raised an eyebrow and shook her head. She rearranged the cards to how they were originally and rolled her eyes. Letting out a sigh, she lay back on her bed and decided that she would just think back to that childhood memory of hers. The amusement park and its gorgeous scenery were always a treat to her eyes.

Just like in the painting, she imagined magical beings roaming the park, as it became more of a fantasy land than anything. A smile touched her lips, and she closed her eyes. As her daydream took over, she drifted off into a relaxing sleep. The thought of tea soon greeting her vanished from her mind.

Returning with the cup of mint tea, a chuckle escaped Drem's mouth. He noted that the cards no longer bore the message that he had left her, but he now knew that she had received it. Drem moved further into the room and placed the teacup on the left nightstand.

Trailing his eyes over her form, he enjoyed the scene before him. Sadly, he couldn't cuddle into her and feel the warmth of her body against his. So, he leaned over her sleeping form and brushed some strands of her (h/c) hair away from her face.

It was a funny thing that Nathan had given her his old room and had rid it of all of his things. He was glad to see that she was so at comfort in his room. His eyes turned towards the buttercups outside, and he figured that he should pick some for her. The delicate small flowers would look nice next to her.

Cleaning up the cards and putting them away, he went forward with that plan. First, though, he tucked her in and made sure that she was comfortable. She shifted a bit in her sleep at his action and rolled onto her right side, as she curled up in the process.

Smiling at how adorable she was, he left and went into the garden. He examined the flowers and picked only the best looking ones for her. After he accomplished this task, he returned to the house and grabbed a vase from one of the kitchen cupboards.

Filling it with water, he set the flowers inside and headed back to her room. He made sure not to spill the tea, as he set down the gift for her. Of course, he would have to reheat it when she awoke. For now, he would just sit on the bed with her and watch over her. Later in the evening, he would go work on his project.