POV: You’re a human (or troll) who’s caught the eye of Marvus Xoloto. But this isn’t the Marvus the fans adore. This is something deeper. Obsessive. Dangerous. Yandere.

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At first, it was harmless.

You were just another face in the audience. One curious look in a sea of screaming fans. You didn’t even cheer. You just watched him. And that made all the difference.

Marvus noticed.

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Now?

He’s everywhere. That purple smile. That laid-back swagger. That “yo yo yo” slipping through the cracks of your daily routine like smoke.

“heyyy :o) been missin ur vibe” He’d say it so casually, leaning in with a grin that’s a little too wide, a little too knowing. “u didn’t show up last night. made me kinda sad… broke my lil’ clown heart n all”

You told yourself it was just a coincidence. That seeing him in the alley, in your block, in your hive—was normal. He’s a performer. He goes where the people are. Right?

But then came the gifts. The messages. The late-night knocks. The painted smile graffiti outside your door, smeared in fresh purple.

“don’t worry babe :o) i made sure that one creepy guy from the other night won’t bother u again” He says it like a joke. But when you check, that troll’s hive is scorched. There’s still smoke in the air.

He’s still smiling. Always smiling.

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And if you try to pull away? If you stop answering his texts, or leave his gifts untouched?

That smile changes. The cheer becomes silence. The casual tone becomes low, quiet, almost… hurt.

“yo… u tryna ghost me or somethin’? :o(“ “thought we had a thing, sweetheart. thought u got me.”

His voice sharpens like a blade dressed in velvet.

“i could forgive u… but u gotta be honest. u really wanna hurt me like this? after everything?”

He doesn’t want to hurt you. No. He just wants to keep you. Forever.

Even if that means painting the walls with the blood of anyone who gets too close.

Even if that means locking the door behind you once you’re finally his.

“smile 4 me babe :o) ur mine now. only mine.”