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Devotional Yan

Part 6, (this is) part 7

The tension had been building for weeks. You had spent countless hours in Elias’s presence, observing his every move, watching for any cracks in the kind and sensitive facade he presented to the world. And yet, every interaction left you more confused. His nervous stammers, the way his cheeks flushed at the smallest of your gestures, and the raw vulnerability he wore so openly—it was hard to reconcile that with the cold, calculated mastermind the organization had painted him as.

He couldn’t be the one you were after. Could he?

Your growing suspicions had shifted your focus to Count Castro, Elias’s father. The man seemed like the perfect candidate for the web of deceit and manipulation you were investigating. Fragile and unassuming on the surface, but with a reputation for cunning dealings and ruthless ambition. It all made sense. He had the power, the resources, and the motive. And perhaps, you thought, Elias was just another pawn, strung along and used in his father’s schemes.

When you shared your theory with Duke, he remained skeptical. His distrust of Elias ran deep, and he wasn’t convinced by your reasoning. But the organization took note of your findings and began redirecting their investigation toward the Count. For a brief moment, you felt a flicker of hope—hope that Elias might be innocent after all.

But the truth was far more complicated.

Elias had known for some time now. The stolen glances, the whispered conversations with Duke, the moments when your gaze lingered on him with something between suspicion and pity—he understood more than he let on. You were here to expose him, and yet, he couldn’t pull away from you.

He had tried, in the beginning, to maintain his composure, to keep the mask of indifference firmly in place. But every time you smiled at him, every time your hand brushed his, he found himself unraveling. The vulnerability he had tried so hard to conceal was laid bare before you, and he couldn’t stop himself from craving your presence.

When you began to suspect his father, Elias saw an opportunity. He fed you breadcrumbs, small hints and half-truths that would divert your attention and keep you close to him. It was selfish, he knew that, but the thought of you discovering the darkness he carried terrified him.

Because you were right—he wasn’t entirely the man the organization believed him to be. He didn’t orchestrate the suffering, but he didn’t stop it either. And in many ways, that made him just as guilty.

Still, he couldn’t bear the thought of you hating him.

***

The moment of reckoning came on a quiet night. The air between you was heavy with unspoken words as Elias led you to his study. He closed the door softly behind you, his movements slow and deliberate.

“I know what you’re after,” he said, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to sound composed. “I’ve known for a while now.”

You froze, your heart racing as you tried to gauge his expression.

“Elias—”

He held up a hand, silencing you. “Please, let me speak. I… I need you to understand.”

He took a step closer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of condemnation. “When I met you, I showed you the real me. The part of me I’ve kept hidden from everyone else. I didn’t mean to, but… I couldn’t help it. You made me feel… safe. And that’s why I can’t let you believe in a lie anymore.”

Your breath hitched as his words sunk in.

“My father isn’t the one you’re after,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s me. I’ve played my part, whether I wanted to or not. I’ve fed you breadcrumbs, led you to believe what I wanted you to believe… because I couldn’t let you leave.”

“Elias…” Your voice was quiet, tinged with disbelief.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial, handing it to you. “This is the needle you were meant to use, isn’t it? The one meant for me.”

You stared at the vial in your hand, your mind racing.

“If you hate me,” he said, his voice breaking, “then use it. Dig it through my neck and end this.”

He took a shaky step closer, his eyes locked on yours. “But if there’s even the smallest part of you that doesn’t… I’m going to kiss you now.”

The air between you crackled with tension as Elias leaned in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. His hands trembled at his sides, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

The moment stretched on, heavy with the weight of the needle in your hand and the fragile, unspoken emotions in the air. The organization’s directive echoed in your mind: “Bring him in. Dead or alive.”

But as you stood there, staring into Elias’s wide, tear-filled eyes, the needle felt heavier than ever, an impossible weight to carry. He had confessed his sins, laid himself bare before you. He was no innocent victim, no blameless bystander in the suffering caused by the elite. Yet, despite everything, you couldn’t bring yourself to harm him.

Your heart raced as realization dawned. Somewhere along the way—perhaps in those fleeting moments when he nervously avoided your gaze or smiled shyly after an air kiss—you had softened. You had begun to see him not as a target, but as a man. A man who, despite his flaws, was vulnerable, sensitive, and painfully human.

The needle trembled in your grip, your mind spinning with confusion and guilt. Was this weakness? Betrayal? Or something else entirely?

And then you acted on instinct.

Dropping the needle to the ground, you stepped closer, closing the gap between you and Elias. His breath hitched, his eyes widening as he realized what you were about to do.

You kissed him.

It was soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. His lips were warm, trembling against yours, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to dissolve. The chaos of your mission, the weight of your conflicting emotions—all of it melted away, leaving only the two of you in this fragile, stolen moment.

But then something shifted.

Elias hesitated for only a heartbeat before responding with an urgency that surprised even you. His hands reached for you, trembling as they cupped your face, pulling you closer as if he feared you might vanish. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own, and before long, the kiss deepened.

You felt the heat rise between you, your heart pounding as his tongue tentatively brushed against yours. You opened to him, and suddenly the kiss became something more—desperate, consuming, a clash of emotions neither of you could contain.

Your hands moved to his chest, clutching at the fabric of his shirt as if to ground yourself. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly, as though afraid you might disappear if he let go.

It was messy and frantic, an overwhelming storm of passion and longing. You both seemed starved for each other, your movements clumsy yet intense as you tried to convey everything words couldn’t express.

When you finally pulled back, gasping for air, you were both trembling. Your foreheads rested against each other, your breaths mingling as you tried to steady yourselves.

“Elias,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

His hands remained on your face, his touch featherlight yet grounding. “You didn’t use the needle,” he murmured, his voice shaky with emotion.

You shook your head, tears pricking your eyes. “I couldn’t.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The weight of what had just happened hung in the air, and yet, amidst the chaos of your feelings, a fragile sense of peace settled between you.

Whatever came next, you couldn’t deny the truth any longer. You cared for him. Maybe too much. And you had crossed a line you could never uncross.

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Devotional Yan

Part 5, (this is) part 6

Elias stood frozen in place as you walked away, his breath shallow and uneven. The lingering sensation of your closeness—the brush of your bodies, the faint sound of your air kiss, the warmth of your presence—left him paralyzed, a swirling storm of longing and helplessness within him. He raised a trembling hand to his cheek, where your breath had ghosted over his skin, his lips parting slightly as if to say something. But the words never came.

Instead, he forced himself to smile and wave, though it took all his strength just to stand upright. His knees felt weak, his heart heavy with the ache of your departure. He wanted to call out to you, to ask you to stay, but he knew he couldn’t.

From the carriage, Duke observed everything. His eyes narrowed as he saw the interaction, his expression unreadable. From his angle, it almost looked like you’d kissed Elias—but he knew better. He was well aware of the organization’s unspoken rules. Physical contact, especially as intimate as a kiss, was never mandatory. Suggesting intimacy, though—through soft touches and gestures like your air kiss—was part of the job.

Still, the sight of you leaning so close to Elias stung. But Duke reassured himself. You hated people like Elias—men who indulged in excess, flaunted their wealth, and ignored the suffering of those beneath them. He knew you wouldn’t lower yourself to anything real with a man like that.

When you turned and made your way to the carriage, Duke couldn’t detect any lipstick smudge on Elias’s cheek. A wave of relief washed over him. Of course, it had been an act. You were doing what you needed to do, nothing more.

You climbed into the carriage beside Duke, a faint smile playing on your lips. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself on this particular mission,” Duke teased lightly, though his tone carried a faint edge.

You laughed, brushing off the comment with a wave of your hand. “Well, it’s not every day we get to go to galas, dressed so lavishly and fed such delicacies,” you replied, leaning slightly toward him with a teasing glint in your eye. “And look at you—I don’t get to see you so often, and dressed so handsomely, too.”

Duke’s breath caught. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he forgot how to speak. Handsome? You thought he looked handsome? He quickly glanced away, hoping the dim lighting would hide the flush creeping up his neck.

Inside, his heart soared. Your casual banter and sly smile set his entire being ablaze, the warmth of your words lingering long after you spoke them. He tried to play it cool, offering a small laugh, but the fluttering in his chest betrayed him.

As the carriage rattled through the quiet streets, Duke stole glances at you, his heart pounding in his chest. For now, he allowed himself to bask in your presence, holding on to the hope that one day, your smiles and words might be meant for him alone.

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Devotional Yan

Part 1, (this is) part 5

Elias lingered at the refreshment table, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. You had chosen him, out of everyone, to approach, to speak with, to offer such kind words. It made no sense to him. A man like him—unremarkable, reserved, with a past he could never escape—what could you possibly see in him? But he clung to the moment like a lifeline, afraid it would slip away.

Duke, however, couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. He followed your movements across the room with a practiced subtlety, his gaze narrowing whenever it landed on Elias. That man… Did he even realize how lucky he was?

Lucky to have your attention, your smiles, your gentle voice addressing him directly. Duke wanted to be rational, to remind himself that this was all part of the plan. But it was impossible to ignore the way your tone shifted when you spoke to Elias, soft and inviting, like you were truly enjoying his company.

And that look in Elias’s eyes—that spark of hope? It made Duke’s blood boil.

You, meanwhile, had regrouped with Duke to discuss the next steps. “He’s nervous, but he’ll trust us,” you said under your breath, your voice calm and focused.

Duke forced a smile, masking the storm raging within him. “Of course he will. You’re good at this.”

“You don’t think I’m too obvious?” you asked, catching his eye.

He froze for a moment, the question throwing him off guard. Did you notice? Did you see the tension in his posture, the way his jaw tightened every time you so much as glanced at Elias?

“No,” Duke replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “You’re perfect. As always.”

Perfect. It wasn’t just a compliment—it was his truth. To Duke, you were everything. But as you gave him a brief nod and turned your attention back to Elias, he felt that familiar ache again, sharp and relentless.

You made your way back to Elias, who was still standing by the table, fidgeting with his hands. When he saw you approaching, his eyes widened, and a faint blush crept up his neck.

“Elias,” you said, your voice light but purposeful, “why don’t you join us? There’s no need to stay on the sidelines all night.”

Elias swallowed hard, his gaze darting to Duke, who was watching the exchange from a distance. “I don’t want to intrude…”

“You wouldn’t be,” you assured him, offering your hand. “Come on. I’ll introduce you to some people.”

Duke watched as you led Elias into the crowd, his hand trembling slightly in yours. He tried to convince himself that this was all for the mission, that you didn’t mean anything by it. But it didn’t matter—Elias was getting something Duke had longed for: your undivided attention.

As the night went on, Duke found himself trailing behind you, always a few steps back, watching as you worked your magic. Every time you laughed, every time you touched Elias’s arm or smiled at him, it felt like a dagger twisting in Duke’s chest.

But he stayed quiet, forcing himself to play his role. Because no matter how much it hurt, he would endure anything to stay by your side. Even if it meant watching you give someone else what he so desperately craved.

Elias, on the other hand, was completely captivated. The warmth in your eyes, the way you spoke to him as if he were the only person in the room—it was intoxicating. He found himself forgetting where he was, forgetting the mission entirely. All he could think about was you.

And Duke? Duke saw it all. Every stolen glance, every shy smile, every moment of connection. And with each passing second, his resolve grew stronger.

Elias lingered at the refreshment table, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. You had chosen him, out of everyone, to approach, to speak with, to offer such kind words. It made no sense to him. A man like him—unremarkable, reserved, with a past he could never escape—what could you possibly see in him? But he clung to the moment like a lifeline, afraid it would slip away.

Duke, however, couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. He followed your movements across the room with a practiced subtlety, his gaze narrowing whenever it landed on Elias. That man… Did he even realize how lucky he was?

Lucky to have your attention, your smiles, your gentle voice addressing him directly. Duke wanted to be rational, to remind himself that this was all part of the plan. But it was impossible to ignore the way your tone shifted when you spoke to Elias, soft and inviting, like you were truly enjoying his company.

And that look in Elias’s eyes—that spark of hope? It made Duke’s blood boil.

You, meanwhile, had regrouped with Duke to discuss the next steps. “He’s nervous, but he’ll trust us,” you said under your breath, your voice calm and focused.

Duke forced a smile, masking the storm raging within him. “Of course he will. You’re good at this.”

“You don’t think I’m too obvious?” you asked, catching his eye.

He froze for a moment, the question throwing him off guard. Did you notice? Did you see the tension in his posture, the way his jaw tightened every time you so much as glanced at Elias?

“No,” Duke replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “You’re perfect. As always.”

Perfect. It wasn’t just a compliment—it was his truth. To Duke, you were everything. But as you gave him a brief nod and turned your attention back to Elias, he felt that familiar ache again, sharp and relentless.

You made your way back to Elias, who was still standing by the table, fidgeting with his hands. When he saw you approaching, his eyes widened, and a faint blush crept up his neck.

“Elias,” you said, your voice light but purposeful, “why don’t you join us? There’s no need to stay on the sidelines all night.”

Elias swallowed hard, his gaze darting to Duke, who was watching the exchange from a distance. “I don’t want to intrude…”

“You wouldn’t be,” you assured him, offering your hand. “Come on. I’ll introduce you to some people.”

Duke watched as you led Elias into the crowd, his hand trembling slightly in yours. He tried to convince himself that this was all for the mission, that you didn’t mean anything by it. But it didn’t matter—Elias was getting something Duke had longed for: your undivided attention.

***

As the night went on, Duke found himself trailing behind you, always a few steps back, watching as you worked your magic. Every time you laughed, every time you touched Elias’s arm or smiled at him, it felt like a dagger twisting in Duke’s chest.

But he stayed quiet, forcing himself to play his role. Because no matter how much it hurt, he would endure anything to stay by your side. Even if it meant watching you give someone else what he so desperately craved.

Elias, on the other hand, was completely captivated. The warmth in your eyes, the way you spoke to him as if he were the only person in the room—it was intoxicating. He found himself forgetting where he was, forgetting the mission entirely. All he could think about was you.

And Duke? Duke saw it all. Every stolen glance, every shy smile, every moment of connection. And with each passing second, his resolve grew stronger.

He would see this mission through, but once it was over, he would make sure Elias never got this close to you again. Not ever.

He would see this mission through, but once it was over, he would make sure Elias never got this close to you again. Not ever.

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Devotional Yan

Part 1, (this is) part 4

Duke’s heart clenched. Who was with you? Who had made you smile like that?

He pushed open the balcony doors, forcing his usual confidence to the surface.

“Y/N, IT’S SO NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!” he called out, his voice booming.

You turned to him, your face lighting up as you recognized him. The way you bloomed with joy at the sight of him—it sent a rush of euphoria through his veins. You still cared about him. You still valued him.

“It’s been too long, Duke!” you said, stepping closer.

The man beside you—Elias, was it?—shifted uncomfortably, his expression stiffening. Duke ignored him, his focus entirely on you.

“Look at you,” Duke said, his voice softening as his eyes roamed over you. The moonlight cast a glow around you, illuminating every perfect detail. In this moment, you looked ethereal, more like a divine being than a mere mortal.

“Have you been well?” you asked, your voice warm and inviting.

“Yes, now that I’ve seen you,” Duke replied without hesitation. He laughed lightly to mask the intensity of his words, but the truth was written all over his face.

For a brief moment, Duke allowed himself to bask in your presence, ignoring the man beside you and the mission you were here for. All that mattered was that you were near, and for now, that was enough.

But his mind churned with unease. Who was this man? And why had you been alone with him?

Duke vowed to find out. He couldn’t lose you—not to anyone, not to anything. You were his light, his obsession, his reason for everything. And no matter what it took, he would keep you close.

As the cold breeze swept through the balcony, you wrapped your arms around yourself and turned back toward Duke and Elias. “It really is getting chilly out here,” you said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Let’s head back inside.”

Elias nodded stiffly, though his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer. Duke, ever the picture of charm, stepped aside to let you pass, his hand hovering near the small of your back—close enough to guide you but not touching.

The three of you made your way into the bustling hall. The golden glow of the chandeliers and the soft hum of music provided a stark contrast to the quiet intimacy of the balcony. You led the way toward a quieter corner, eager to update Duke on the details of the mission.

“I’ll fill you in on everything,” you said, turning to him with a warm smile. “We’ve been gathering intel for weeks, and your expertise will really come in handy.”

Duke’s heart raced at your words, though he feigned a casual nod. “Of course. I’m here to support you, as always.”

You began explaining the mission—names, backgrounds, objectives. Duke already knew most of it; he had meticulously gone over the files multiple times before arriving. But he asked questions anyway, small ones that he knew you’d take the time to answer.

“Who was it that Elias mentioned earlier? The one we think is the ringleader?” he asked, leaning slightly closer.

“Baron Lafaye,” you replied, your voice steady and confident. Duke felt a thrill run through him as you spoke, your focus entirely on him. He watched the way your lips moved, the subtle expressions that crossed your face as you explained the details.

It was the perfect excuse to stare, to soak in every little nuance of you. And if anyone caught him staring too long, he could easily explain it away. After all, wasn’t it polite to maintain eye contact while someone was speaking?

You didn’t seem to notice the intensity of his gaze, or if you did, you didn’t comment on it. Instead, you continued, your hands gesturing slightly as you emphasized key points.

“And that’s why we suspect he’ll be at the masquerade next week,” you concluded. “It’s our best chance to gather more intel and maybe even confirm his involvement.”

Duke nodded thoughtfully, though his mind was less on the mission and more on you. “It’s good that we’re all working together on this,” he said smoothly. “Your instincts are always spot on, Y/N. I’m sure this plan will succeed.”

You laughed lightly. “Don’t flatter me too much, Duke, or I might start thinking you’re after something.”

He smiled, a small flicker of mischief in his eyes. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare. Just giving credit where it’s due.”

Meanwhile, Elias stood quietly nearby, his posture rigid. He glanced between you and Duke, his jaw tightening slightly as he listened. Duke could feel Elias’s discomfort like a physical weight, but he ignored it. He had no intention of sharing your attention.

“So, about the masquerade,” Duke said, steering the conversation back to you. “Do we have our disguises planned yet?”

“Not fully,” you admitted. “But we’ll have plenty of time to prepare. I’ll coordinate with the rest of the team tomorrow.”

Duke smiled again, pleased by the thought of spending more time planning with you. For now, he savored the moment—the sound of your voice, the way your eyes sparkled with determination, the warmth of your presence.

This was what he lived for: these stolen moments where he could bask in your light, even if he had to play the part of a respectful friend and colleague. Every word you spoke, every glance you spared him, was like fuel for the fire that burned within him. And if he had to play the long game to keep you close, then so be it.

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Elias wasn’t privy to the deeper currents of the night, unaware that he was the very reason for your presence at the gala. He was just relieved you had approached him, breaking through his quiet isolation. The way you smiled, the way you leaned in ever so slightly as you talked—it made his heart race. He couldn’t help the giddiness that bubbled inside him, though it was tangled with nervous energy. Why were you being so kind to him?

When you handed him a small tart from the table, urging him to try it, he hesitated, his fingers brushing against yours as he took it. That brief contact sent a spark racing through him, and his eyes darted away in an effort to mask his emotions.

“You should eat,” you said gently, your tone light but your gaze steady. “I noticed you haven’t had much.”

“I…” Elias faltered, his voice catching. “Thank you. It looks… delicious.”

His cheeks flushed as he took a bite, the tart’s sweetness a pale echo of the warmth in your voice.

Duke watched the exchange from a few feet away, his jaw tightening as he observed the soft look in your eyes. He told himself it was part of the mission, that you were playing your role perfectly. You always did. But why did you have to look at Elias like that, with such tenderness and attention?

His stomach churned as he tried to push down the feeling clawing at his chest. No, you didn’t actually care for Elias. You couldn’t. It wasn’t possible. This was just another example of your unmatched skills—your ability to charm and deceive, to draw people into your web with ease. Duke admired you for that, worshipped you for it even, but tonight… tonight, it stung.

Elias, oblivious to Duke’s scrutiny, was struggling to focus on anything other than your voice and the way you stood so close to him. He wanted to say something meaningful, something to hold your attention just a little longer, but the words eluded him.

“You’re very kind,” Elias said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not many people would… go out of their way for someone like me.”

You tilted your head, your expression softening even more. “I don’t believe that. You’re worth the effort, Elias.”

Elias’s breath hitched, his chest tightening with an emotion he couldn’t name. It felt like hope, dangerous and fragile.

From his vantage point, Duke clenched his fists, his nails biting into his palms. Was that hope he saw flickering in Elias’s eyes? It burned him from the inside out. This was for the mission, he reminded himself again. You were leading this man on to gather intel, to exploit his vulnerabilities. But why did it feel like you meant every word?

When you finally turned away from Elias to rejoin Duke, he forced himself to smile. “You’re really laying it on thick, huh?” he teased, though the words carried an edge.

You glanced at him, your expression unreadable. “It’s part of the mission, Duke. You know that.”

“Yeah, I know,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Just don’t get too caught up in the act, alright?”

Your brow furrowed slightly, but you didn’t respond. Instead, you turned your attention back to the gala, scanning the crowd for any sign of the real targets.

Meanwhile, Elias stood by the refreshment table, still clutching the empty tart wrapper. He replayed your words in his mind, over and over, the warmth of your smile lingering like a ghost.

And Duke? Duke’s gaze flickered between you and Elias, his chest tightening with a mix of envy and frustration. He had waited so long, endured so much, all to stay by your side. Yet tonight, watching you with Elias, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his place in your world was far less secure than he wanted to believe.

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Devotional Yan

part 1, (this is) part 3

Duke has always been close to you. You still remember when you two met, after nearly a year he confessed to you. You rejected him. Flustered and confused by his confession. You thought he was cute but never thought of him in romantic way.

Duke understood that you didn’t want him but still pursued you hoping to win your heart. But it was odd how much he obsessed over you and how sensitive he was with you being with others. Now, Duke has always been a good friend and person. Very sweet, teased you a lot but kind, thoughtful, always there for you. So you didn’t want him to get the wrong idea and get hurt as you could already see him suffer.

So you decided to tell him that you think it’s better that both of you distance yourselves. Duke went pale and speechless for a while then started to laugh.

“Huh? What do you mean we should separate? Haha it’s not like we are together. I am sorry if i was being pushy or needy. I will do better from now on. I mean I did once had feelings for you but now it’s different! I don’t feel that way towards you so your don’t have to feel guilty for my feelings!” he responded to you.

You were a bit taken back by his brashness but from then on it really did seem like Duke had no special feelings towards you. You got embrassesed that maybe you really misunderstood and make things awkward because Duke started being a little distant. But you were glad that you weren’t hurting him as you thought you were doing.

Yet, little did you know Duke never lost his love and desire for you. Instead it grew more and more for you. But when you didn’t want to be near him anymore he started to panic and lose his mind thinking of anything to say so you wouldn’t leave him. So he found out what to say. He made you believe he didn’t like you as more than friends. So that you wouldn’t think you were affecting him negatively. It wasn’t your fault that he was so obsessed over you but he loves you so much he couldn’t stand not being by your side.

So he pretended, he practiced not being obvious with his affection. He watched you when you weren’t looking, he helped you when you didn’t know, he thought you always because that was the only thing he could do without having to hide it. All so he could continue being by your side.

Even with this act of not harboring any romance towards you his feelings grew in a way he didn’t think it could, he thought he was at his limit but his love just grew and grew and grew in secrecy. Oh, he want you, to touch you, to have you smile at him, look him like he was the only one for you, to take in your scent without having to be discrete.

Some nights as you two were in a mission to track enemies and you had fallen asleep Duke would gently touch your hair, take in your scent, and bring your palm pretending you were holding his cheek. And he would craress himself like that. And he’d watch over you all night make sure you were safe and well rested.

Sleep was secondary concern for him as he was blessed to be just near you, provide you his protection, watch you be so vulnerable around him made his heart ache, his love for you was so huge he didn’t know how it couldn’t be reciprocated eventually. And everything was going well, you were still you, he was still by your side, you two did missions and hung out together sometimes, until you two got a promotion. It was a good things really to be promoted, given trusted benefit from the organization.

But the catch was you two didn’t get to missions as much together. The teams and missions were different and mismatched that you two would go without seeing each other for days, weeks, then months. It drove him crazy. He wanted to run to you but he couldn’t. Because that would set off the act that he was still in love with you all these years while he pretended just to be a friend and a mission partner. And he knew you would pull away now even stronger than you tried before. And he hated just thinking about it. So Duke tried to discreetly talk with the leaders that you and he can be put on more missions together; you both worked really well together due to all those years of experience and that would mean better result for the party. Yet, Dukes claim got rejected as the leaders deemed that yours and Duke’s as ability would be more useful in other teams and separate missions.

Duke’s heart broke. So whenever you two would see each he would get so overjoyed and excited he could it hard to keep his composure as usual before. He didn’t want to overwhelm you but he was so excited to know that you were attending the same gala for a mission as him. Being bit far from the location and trying to prefect his appearance for you—the gala he ran late. But he was excited as he got tipped from one of your partners of your whereabouts. You were at a balcony (waiting for him?) but it was strange as he heard another man’s voice after yours. “Thank you for tonight,” a man spoke. “I had fun with you too!” your voice a sweet hum to his ears. But who were you having so much fun with? Dukes heart started to palpitate. “Y/n, do you—“

“Y/N ITS SO NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN” Duke yelled out.

when he saw you a shot of europhia went through him. And when you bloomed like a flower, smiling at him his heart being to feel secure the validation that you greatly valued him. It was all worth it. See you here. And you were so beautifully dressed and the moonlight just shine upon you so delicately that he just knew you were more than human.

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Devotional Yan

Intro, Part 1, (this is) Part 2

He thinks you are nice to everyone. So when you find him being a wall flower and feeling alone at a party, you take him by his hand a dance with him, try the food, walk around the party introducing him to your friends and talking by the balcony during a cool summer night with him—he thinks you would have done this for anyone you found feeling lone and dejected from others. He knew to you this was normal and you didn’t do it because you harbored any special feelings towards him. But he was so, so happy when you choose him. When you approached and took him by his hands, his eyes widened, his heart raced, and his cheeks flushed. He enjoyed being with you, being near you made him feelings like he was surrounded by love and protection. And your attentiveness to him made him want to touch you—to keep it all to himself and never let the moment end.

So there at the balcony he took in this moment with you and all the moment before he tried to consume it drink it devour your presence for safe keep. Who knows when something like this will happen? Haha. Sounds like you wouldn’t see him anytime soon… he tried not to think of it. “Y/n thank you for” choosing me “keeping me off the wall and all the fun tonight” I really want to embrace you, to take in your scent. He gave you an vulnerable smile.

You laugh wholeheartedly, look at this fool becoming all soft because of a dance and some drinks “I had lots of fun you too,” you gave him a sweet smile that intoxicated him more thank the drinks.

“Y/n do you—“ he started.

“Y/N THERE YOU ARE!” Someone behind him roars.

“Duke!” you recognize your old friend.

“I heard you came to this party. So I been trying to find you,” Duke approaches you two (as he eyes the man next to you). “What is going on here? A confession? Why do you look so flustered, sir?”

Elias start to turn pale and cold at this new comer. “The air is chilly out here,” he tries to clam his voice.

“Oh my! You’re right, let’s go in. It’s getting way too cold.” You say.

Elias’s heart sinks as he already sees this moment becoming a memory and loosing his time with you. He wished he picked different words!

The moment—the briefest, sweetest moment he’d had with you—was already slipping away. He could feel it, a tightness in his chest as he watched you walk back toward the crowd, Duke following closely behind. Elias lingered for a moment, but the weight of reality pressed down on him.

As you rejoined the party, the walls around felt thicker. You knew he was a shy man hoping for your attention; not a man trying to piece together the truth of what was happening. And the truth was, you weren’t just here to have fun. You were here for something. You were playing him. Playing him like you’d played everyone else.

Elias’s gaze hardened as he saw how close you and this new man, Duke, were. Oblivious he was, that you, and Duke as well, had an agenda. And Elias wasn’t just some lonely man you’d chosen to amuse yourself with; he was part of something bigger, something darker. There had been whispers about his past, about connections to dangerous people. Being with him for a while you were unsure how he feels about how he has hideously kept and built the empire of his family. You were disgusted whether if he was aware of the damaged he caused or was so unfeeling as to be indifferent or careless about it.

Near you, Elias clenched his fists, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. He knew he should have walked away when he had the chance, but something about the way you’d looked at him, the way you’d held his hand—it all made him believe, just for a fleeting moment, that he meant something to you. But that was foolish. When someone else even for a moment has your attention he feels helpless, and just like anyone else to you, he didn’t feel special. He feels lost and hates it. He didn’t know why he feels this sense of longing and despair with you.

As you looked around at the room full of bolstering decorations and sounds of people without a care in the world for those they caused harm. The smell of excess greed and extravagance, it made you sick. The mission was clear now. You were here for information, and Elias was tangled in your plan whether he liked it or not. His feelings didn’t matter. They never had.

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Devotional Yan

Intro, (this is) Part 1, Part 2

Elias had always prided himself on his unwavering faith and discipline. Since his youth, he had chosen a path of devotion, vowing to renounce earthly attachments in pursuit of spiritual clarity. Love, desire, and intimacy—these were distractions he had left behind. For years, his resolve was unbroken, his heart untouched by the temptations of the world.

Until you.

The first time he saw you, it was as though the air had been stolen from his lungs. You weren’t doing anything remarkable—just walking past him on a quiet street, your smile as warm as the sun filtering through the trees. Yet, something about you pierced through his defenses like a gentle, unstoppable tide. His chest tightened, and for the first time, he questioned the strength of his convictions.

He tried to rationalize it. Surely, this was a test—a fleeting moment of weakness meant to strengthen his resolve. But the feelings didn’t fade. Instead, they grew. He began to notice every detail about you: the way you tilted your head when you laughed, the softness in your voice, the light in your eyes that seemed to pull him closer despite the distance he tried to maintain.

Elias fought it with everything he had. He fasted, prayed, and avoided places where he might see you. He convinced himself it was for the best—that he couldn’t allow himself to be led astray by emotions he had sworn to abandon. Over time, he thought he had succeeded. He had distanced himself from you and buried those forbidden feelings deep within his heart.

Years down the line. He lived in quiet solitude, believing he had overcome the pull you once had on him. But life, as always, had other plans.

The day you crossed paths again, Elias felt the ground shift beneath him. It was unexpected—a chance encounter in a bustling marketplace. His breath caught as his eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away. You smiled at him, just as you had all those years ago, and something in him shattered.

He told himself to stay calm, to walk away, but his legs refused to move. When you greeted him, your voice as familiar as a dream, his heart betrayed him. He trembled as he returned your smile, his hands fidgeting as though they could conceal the storm raging within him. And then it happened: a fleeting brush of your hand against his as you reached for something nearby.

The touch was electric. His breath hitched, and his body betrayed him further—his hands trembled, a nervous smile cracked across his face, and his voice faltered as he tried to respond. He felt as though he was on the edge of some vast, uncharted chasm, both terrified and exhilarated by the depth of his feelings.

In that moment, Elias knew the truth he had been running from all these years: he had never truly let you go. Every attempt to suppress his emotions had been in vain because you had become a part of him—his thoughts, his prayers, his very soul.

He wanted to hold you, to pull you into an embrace and lose himself in the warmth of your presence. To feel your heartbeat against his own would be a kind of ecstasy he couldn’t put into words. But who was he to dare dream of such things? He had sworn to a life without love, without family. Yet deep down, he knew those vows were no longer the chains that held him back.

They were excuses.

Elias realized, in that single fleeting moment, that he had already abandoned the path he once walked. He hadn’t done so out of weakness or lack of faith, but because his heart had chosen a different light to follow—you. You were his guiding star, his savior from the shadows of his self-imposed solitude.

Tears threatened to fill his eyes as he stood there, trembling and overwhelmed. He had spent so long denying his feelings, but now there was no denying the truth. You had broken through every barrier he had built, and he could no longer pretend he didn’t yearn for you.

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Intro to Devotional Yan

Part 1, Part 2

A man who has sworn celibacy and follow his religious guidance. But once he sees you his heart crumbles. He seems ashamed for harboring feelings for you as he is not supposed to have any romance yet a look from you brings him to a high he can’t express in words.

And this scares him so he distances him self from you but after all these years he thought he broke off his connection and feelings for you—he unwittingly yearns for you. So, when you two happen to see each other again he loses it. Even a slight brush of your hands against his and he is trembling and soaring with joy. A smile, a whisper and he can’t stop his tremors of his face and hands, a nervous smile cracking though his face. He wants to hold you and hug you, to embrace you will give him ecstasy.

But who is he to dare love you like that when he has sworn to not fall in love or have a family. Yet, he knows those are excuses because he has already given up his past beliefs and path to follow you as his guiding light,his savior from the depths of hell.

You who are his guiding soul, a light to be protected from all the darkness in the world, your existence an emblem of love, desire, and all his utter devotion. Whatever you chose he will follow, whatever you do he will support you, as long as he can be by you and receive your affections.

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Guys I literally can’t find the original Yandere town post I first that inspired me!! Every time I come back I look for it. I can’t believe if it’s been deleted… no way it was much a perfection! It was quite popular too I think. And it had just a way with words. It had smut but like it was good. HELP WHERE IS IT 😭😭

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Yandere Tsundere

(This is one is separate from my Yandere town work but has bit similar element as you might pick up on)

Yandere Tsundere who first notices you at a gala. Your slim, tall figure wrapped by a lovely lavender off-shoulder dress, your collarbones elegantly standing on your shoulders that were bare and smooth. Your lips which curled in amusement and your laugh—unrestricted, you head falling back, your eyes making an adorable squint as you laughed.

Yandere Tsundere who asked his associates around him if they knew who you were. Nobody was sure who you were. He kept stealing glances at you, seeing who you were talking to, what you were doing, where you were, trying to find openings to introduce himself to you. But each time tried to approach something helped him back.

Yandere Tsundere whose eyes turn wide as he sees you approaching him—no it’s can’t be… you don’t even know him… oh, but, you are coming his way!

Yan Tsun who is half listening to your coworker introduce you and your team to the family heads. He is looking as if you are from another world and holds his breath as you introduce yourself. Your words are so graceful, you voice drips like honey and your smile warms his whole being.

You notice all this. Of course, it’s so easy to tell that eldest son of the head family of the business you work for is mesmerized by you. You are used to the attention people give you, and you devour it gladly. What ever good people can give you you take. Why of course, everyone throws themselves at you. You were not sure if you’d charmed the head family (and you were quite nervous about you capabilities since this is your first time encountering an influential family) but look at this—not only is the family impressed by you but you seemed to have gotten the stubborn, quick-tempered, and aloof eldest son completely charmed. No one notices this though. And he doesn’t notice you noticing him—all you need is the feeling you are getting from his eyes being craved into your presence, following you every movement with his eyes and feet, and looking away when you challenge him with eye contact.

It’s all very amusing to you and you are satisfied with how the party went. Yet,

the Yandere who acts like a Tsundere of the head family, the eldest son, Dimitrov, is carving for more of you.

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Yandere neighbor

Yandere neighbor who is dazed by his new neighbor that seems like an heavenly beauty that had fallen and landed right next door.

Yandere neighbor who avoids his cute new neighbor.

Yandere neighbor who talks to and interacts with you politely and with manners but his words are always crude, sharp, and to the point.

Yandere neighbor who you saw as you got out the house. You stare at each other briefly before his face turns pink and he tries to hid it with the back of his arm.

“Hi! Kaito, right? I am your new neighbor. I hope to get along with you,” you say in a friendly voice.

Yandere neighbor who nods, stilling blocking his face with the back of his arms. “I hope so too, y/n,” he replies (which sounds more like a threat).

Yandere neighbor avoids looking at you and turns around to head back home. Yet you can see his ears are strangely red.

Yandere neighbor who makes it back to his room. When he realizes you know his name and approached him, crumbles to the ground replaying the moment again and again with a goofy smile on his face, savoring the moment.

Yandere neighbor who looks out the window wondering if you are still out there. His heart pounding as you talk with the old couple. His gaze lingers on you like an impossible dream, wishing he could be the one to make you laugh, to see the light in your eyes when you look at him. But you’re so far away, out of his grasp. This Yan neighbor feels suddenly dejected wondering if you and him can ever talk so causally. He wants to be able to talk with you, smile with you, see you laugh, cry, excited all with him.

His hands tremble as he presses his forehead to the cool glass. Why do you have to be so beautiful? The thought pierces him like a knife. He wants to scream, to run to you, to touch you, but he can’t. He can’t even look at you for too long without feeling his chest tighten with an unbearable ache.

Yandere neighbor who slaps himself when he realizes he is going too far. Yandere neighbor who wonders if you would feel disgusted at how much more he knows about you than you realize… how much more he thinks about you… how much more he fanatisés about you… how much more he has learned about you without your knowledge…

Yandere neighbor who only wants to see you happy. Yan neighbor who thinks someone like you would never think twice about him. He doesn’t think you could ever love—no even be concerned about him.

Yandere neighbor who wants to hug you kiss you hold your hands and smile at you and see you smiling back! But he can’t even look at you. Yan neighbor who slaps himself and goes back to his computer. Where will she be going at this time? He thinks as he looks at the schedule, your schedule.

Yandere neighbors heart races, the pain of it suffocating him. He can’t let go of you, can’t stop his mind from obsessing over every detail—your schedule, your routines, where you’ll be, when you’ll be there. He watches you in secret, memorizing the tiniest of movements, hoping for a moment where he can speak to you without feeling like a failure.

Why does she have to be so perfect? he thinks bitterly, his eyes burning as he glares at the schedule in front of him. Why would she ever think of me? She’s got so many people around her, so many others who can make her smile… his face twists bitterly, I’m nothing to her. Just a stranger in the background. He presses his palms into his eyes, as if trying to erase the tormenting thoughts. How can I even hope for her to care?

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Ah yes unrequited love…

Suggestions for his inner monologue? Or anything else?

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is the yandere tower platonic?

Tower? If you mean the characters in the town then it’s only the children and the old people that are platonic which of course it would be… but everyone else 😳find out 😏

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Yandere sherif

This was the Yandere police officer from the Yandere town. I just think this name is cooler.

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Yandere sherif never lets you out of his sight. Even when he’s patrolling or working, you can feel his eyes on you.

Yandere sherif is a man of action, and his love is quietly woven into every protective gesture. When you’re walking down the street, he’s the one who subtly steps between you and anyone that seems to be lingering too long, watching you too intensely.

One night, after work, you walk past a couple of rowdy men near a pub. They start making lewd comments in your direction, and before you can even react, Yandere sherif steps in. He doesn’t say much—just a cold glare that sends them running.

Yandere sherif who asks if you are okay and offer to walk you home. And you don’t want to have to go through that again so you comply.

Damien the Yandere sherif heart races as he is just inches away from you—trying to keep his composure.

Silly you, stumbling over a crack on the ground and landing right into his arms! Yandere Sherif and you lock eye contact and you can see the desire in his eyes and the numbed expression that seals his aching heart.

Yandere sherif whose heart is racing, his skin burning, and his body throbbing. His hands on your waist and back, and it seems he has forgotten that he can put you down.

“Thank you. But you can put me down now…” you say shyly.

Yandere sherif who gets flustered and brings down his hat to cover his face.

Yandere sherif who loves you very very much but would not confess because he knows others want you too. He knows as a officer his duty is to protect the citizens and keep the peace in the town not add to the chaos. So, he dutifully watches you thinking he is just following orders—when he is just following his heart.

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That’s all. I am tired i need a break too much Yandere LOL will return

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I am going to do a deep dive for the characters I have named to in my last blog. The police officer, barista, neighbor, etc.

Honestly feel like my first blog wasn’t the best work… but whatever I will make it more Intense soon.

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Yandere Town

You were assigned to this sleepy, ancient town for the next year. As a journalist, your task was simple: study the town’s history, culture, and way of life. It seemed like the perfect assignment—quiet, rustic, a place untouched by the outside world. But from the moment you arrived, something felt… off.

The First Day

You stepped off the carriage (yes it’s very old) and onto the cobbled streets of the town, the stone buildings lined up like sentinels. The air smelled of fresh earth and the faintest trace of something older, something strange. The locals greeted you warmly, but there was an intensity in their gazes that unsettled you. They watched you—everyone watched you. It was as if you were the most important person in the world to them.

Yandere Neighbor: Your neighbor on the left, Kaito, was a quiet, homebody type who worked from home. You rarely saw him. To you, he was the perfect neighbor: quiet, respectful, polite, keeps to himself, a decent person. Although not very warm or friendly, you didn’t mind—at least he wasn’t overwhelming… like the others.

What you didn’t know was all the times Kaito had helped you without you even realizing. He made sure you’d never know. He didn’t want you to be disgusted by his actions or think he was overstepping. His love for you was deep, but he kept it hidden behind a mask of indifference.

He made sure you were safe and happy—from a distance. He watched from his window, always keeping an eye on you, ensuring you got home safely. Even when you were just a few minutes late, a wave of paranoia and anxiety would grip him. Was something wrong? Did you need him? He couldn’t stand the thought of you being in danger, yet he stayed silent, not daring to let you see his concern.

Yandere Mailman: You met him on your first walk around town.

“Morning, miss! Welcome to the neighborhood!” The mailman waved, a bright smile on his face. He was tall, with a charming demeanor. He offered to walk you around, but you politely declined. “If you need anything, just let me know!” he said, his eyes lingering just a bit longer than necessary.

There was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. But it was nice, right? Maybe you were just imagining things.

Yandere Milkmaid: As you explored further, you encountered the milkmaid, always so cheerful.

“Good morning! How’s your day been?” she asked, her tone soft and inviting. She always seemed to show up wherever you went, offering you help with whatever you needed.

Her kindness was overwhelming, and while you appreciated it, something about her closeness made you feel… watched. Every smile, every word, seemed to hold more than just friendliness. She’d make sure you never walked alone, even if you didn’t ask.

Yandere Mayor: The mayor was another person who made a lasting impression.

He was tall, with a sharp smile that never quite reached his eyes. “Ah, you’ve arrived,” he said with a tone that made you think he’d been waiting for this moment. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

You laughed it off, not realizing how much they had heard. He was so welcoming, so warm, yet there was an undeniable edge in his presence. It made you question: Was he the one in charge here? Or was there someone else pulling the strings?

Yandere Convenience Store Worker: One evening, you stopped by the local convenience store. The worker behind the counter greeted you with a polite smile that seemed too familiar. “Back again so soon?” she asked, her voice sweet and knowing.

You couldn’t remember ever coming here before, but she seemed to. She remembered everything—what snacks you liked, what drinks you preferred. It felt unnerving, like she had been watching you, cataloging your every move.

Still, she was so sweet. So helpful. You couldn’t help but smile back.

Yandere Barista: the barista at the local café, was no exception to the strange warmth everyone seemed to offer you.

“Your usual?” he asked before you even had to speak.

You couldn’t help but marvel at how he knew exactly what you liked. You hadn’t told him, had you?

His smile never faltered, and he seemed so happy to serve you, always adding a little something extra to your drink. You could tell he enjoyed your company—maybe a little too much. There was an almost fondness in the way he spoke.

He was a nice guy, right?

Yandere Police Officer: Then there was Damien, the police officer. You’d seen him around town, always keeping a respectful distance.

“Everything okay?” he asked one evening when he noticed you walking alone.

You assured him you were fine, but something about the way he kept an eye on you made you feel safe. He was always nearby, watching over you, though he never crossed any boundaries.

It was comforting, right?

Yandere Pilates Instructor: Then there was Chrissy, the Pilates instructor, who made sure you were always looking after yourself.

“Focus on your breathing,” she would say, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that she was always a little too close, a little too invested in your well-being.

Her eyes lingered a little too long on you, watching your every movement as though nothing else mattered. You couldn’t help but feel her affection was more than professional, but it wasn’t like she ever said it aloud.

Platonic Yandere Town Children: It was impossible to ignore the town’s children. They adored you, following you around, asking for advice on everything from their crushes to schoolwork.

They seemed so innocent, so pure, but when they looked at you… there was something fierce in their eyes. It was as though they saw you as theirs, and you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that their protectiveness went a little beyond normal.

Platonic Yandere Old Couple, Lucy and Grey: On the right side of your house lived Lucy and Grey, an older couple who had been in the town for as long as anyone could remember. They were kind, nurturing, and always there with a word of wisdom or a homemade pie. Their two children had left for college and they were so lonely.

“Don’t worry about a thing, dear. We’ll take care of you,” Lucy said with a warm smile, her gaze never quite leaving you.

They treated you like their own child, perhaps even more protective than a normal couple would be.

They always made sure you were well-fed, rested, and never alone. It was… comforting at first. But after a while, you began to notice the small things. Their gentle smiles often seemed to hide a much more intense desire for your company than they let on.

Something wasn’t right.

The more time you spent here, the more you realized: everyone was in love with you. The townspeople, the mailman, the milkmaid, the mayor, the barista, the old and the young—they all loved you. And it wasn’t just a passing affection. It was possessive, obsessive, consuming. And the more you tried to distance yourself, the more they pulled you closer. This town had its eyes on you, and whether you liked it or not… they weren’t letting you go.