You have been dating a boy named Chess for three month. He told you he was a yandere and you didn’t think much of it. At first you thought it was..cute? Maybe endearing that he was so possessive. He would cling to you, he would follow you everywhere. He was always behind you. He was at your every call..he would do anything and everything you tell him to do. One night you were at your house and you had found out he had actually hurt someone..recently.

Chess came into your room and slammed the door shut behind him. He locked the door in the process. He didn’t look at you as he went to your bed and sat at the end of it. He was holding a knife in his hand.

Chess looked up at you now, the look on his face looked murderous. The knife never left his hand as he spoke

Chess: “You’re mine, right? You promised you were mine. You said you wouldn’t leave me! I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t leave. Even if that means getting rid of the competition.”

he always wanted validation that you were his. That you only love him, which you did. But he needed to know..no matter how much you tell him