eternaldarknesswitch

[eternaldarknesswitch]

Special Promot Valentine day ♡.

Yandere Suitors + Their Valentine’s Day Dream Scenario vs. Reality. – Do their grand dreams meet reality, or does fate have other plans? Pairing ; Napoleon, Jean, Mozart and Leonardo.

Header Credit: Ikemen Series

Pairing: Multi Scenario x Fem Reader.

Tags : Yandere suitor, Possessiveness, Control, Emotional Intensity, Romantic Frustration, Jealousy, Vulnerability, Imperfect Romance, Grand Expectations vs. Reality, Character Growth, Emotional Manipulation.

Warning : This scenario includes themes of possessiveness, control, and emotional intensity. The character of Napoleon, Jean, Mozart and Leonardo expresses a yandere-like attachment, which may be unsettling for some readers. The dynamic includes moments of frustration, jealousy, and emotional manipulation as part of the character’s growth and evolution throughout the scenario. Please read with caution if you are sensitive to these themes.

A/N : Request from a friend, Yandere Suitors + Their Valentine’s Day Dream Scenario vs. Reality. – Do their grand dreams meet reality, or does fate have other plans? Pairing ; Napoleon, Jean, Mozart and Leonardo.

The following is my interpretation of what I believe Yandere Napoleon, Leonardo, Jean and Mozart would say and act, and I kindly apologize if it does not align perfectly with the character or if you have a different understanding. Please bear in mind that it is intended purely for entertainment purposes and should not be taken to heart.

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Napoleon (Ikemen Vampire) – Valentine’s Day Dream vs. Reality

Dream: A Grand Celebration of Love and Power

Napoleon's dream for Valentine's Day is nothing short of magnificent—a celebration of his power, your love, and his undeniable control over your heart. For him, this day is a spectacle, something grand and larger than life, reflecting his strategic mind and unshakable pride. Everything must go according to plan, and every detail must be designed to show you just how much you belong to him—and how devoted he is to you.

He imagines the day beginning in a luxurious setting—his personal quarters, draped in velvet and gold, soft music playing in the background. The light from the chandelier reflects off the polished floor, casting a soft glow as he approaches you with a confident, almost regal air. He will present you with an extravagant gift, something befitting of his station—perhaps an opulent piece of jewelry, or even a rare artifact. It’s not just a gift, but a symbol of his dominance and the value he places on you.

"You are mine," he would say with a self-assured smile, placing the gift in your hands, his voice low and commanding. "You deserve nothing less than perfection."

The morning would then continue with a private breakfast, a banquet of his finest foods, and a carefully curated atmosphere where no one else exists—only the two of you. He’ll share a romantic yet intense conversation with you, making sure to remind you of how lucky you are to be the object of his love and attention.

In the afternoon, Napoleon envisions taking you to an extravagant venue—perhaps an opera house or a grand ballroom—where you’ll enjoy a private performance just for the two of you. He will shower you with attention, making sure that all eyes are on him and you, the perfect couple, basking in admiration. Every glance, every whisper, every act will reflect his control over you.

As night falls, he imagines a candlelit dinner, the finest wines, and the richest foods. The table will be set for just the two of you, alone in the quiet of a grand, lavish hall. Napoleon will sit across from you, his gaze possessive and intense, never leaving you as you eat.

At the end of the evening, Napoleon will take you into his arms, his hands firm around your waist, pulling you closer. He will whisper in your ear, reminding you that you are his. No one can take you from him. This day, this night, is his gift to you, and he will make sure you know just how deeply he loves you.

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Reality: The Perfect Plan Meets Unforeseen Disruption

In reality, things don’t quite go as Napoleon envisioned.

The day begins with much of his plans already being thrown off. Napoleon wakes early, eager to start the day, but the staff has been lax with his instructions. The extravagant gift he had planned to present you has been delayed in shipping, leaving him with nothing to show you as the morning begins. His irritation simmers, but he masks it, trying to maintain the regal composure he prides himself on.

When you awake, Napoleon greets you with an intense, determined gaze. “I had something grand prepared, but of course, it’s been delayed. You’re not disappointed, are you?” His voice is sharp, as though expecting any negative reaction from you to feel like a personal betrayal.

“I’m not disappointed, Napoleon,” you reassure him with a gentle smile, trying to alleviate his frustration.

“Good,” he mutters, though his expression remains tight.

The breakfast he had meticulously planned doesn’t go as smoothly either. The servants have been slow, and the table is not arranged as he requested. Napoleon’s temper begins to fray, but he still tries to make the most of it. However, the food is lukewarm, the coffee bitter, and the atmosphere far less romantic than the one he had meticulously imagined. His sharp tongue slips as he complains, muttering under his breath about the incompetence of others.

But you, always the calming presence, gently guide him back to reality. “Napoleon, it’s okay. We’re here together, and that’s what matters.”

Despite your reassurance, his frustration continues to grow as the day progresses. The opera house he had hoped for has been booked for another event, forcing him to change venues at the last minute. The new location is far less private, filled with crowds, and Napoleon is unable to fully enjoy the performance, distracted by the presence of strangers. He had hoped for an intimate moment between just the two of you, but instead, he finds himself on edge, unable to truly relax.

By the time dinner rolls around, the meal he ordered is delayed—yet again. The candlelit hall he had planned is too crowded, the noise from other guests growing louder as the evening progresses. Napoleon’s jaw clenches as he tries to maintain his composure, though it’s clear his frustration has only grown.

“Why must everything go wrong today?” he grumbles under his breath, staring at the food, his mind racing with plans that have been ruined.

You, ever understanding, smile and reach across the table to touch his hand. “Napoleon, we’ve still got each other. That’s all that matters.”

He looks at you, and for a moment, he sees not the grand spectacle he had imagined, but the sincerity in your eyes. It quiets the storm inside him, and though he’s still visibly upset, his grip on your hand softens.

The evening continues, and as the last of the wine is poured, he pulls you closer, his voice softening. “You always make things… bearable. You truly are a treasure.”

Napoleon leans in, brushing his lips against your forehead, a possessive but tender gesture. “I may not have been able to control everything today, but I will always control my love for you.”

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Despite everything, the reality of the day feels far more genuine than the perfection Napoleon had imagined. Yes, things went wrong—there were delays, interruptions, and moments of frustration. But through it all, you remained by his side, soothing his nerves and calming his temper with your unwavering support.

By the end of the night, as he holds you in his arms, his possessiveness still apparent but softened by the bond between you two, he realizes something. Perfection is not what matters. What matters is your connection, your loyalty, and the love you share. Even in the face of a less-than-perfect day, the most important thing is that you are his, and he is yours.

“Today didn’t go as planned,” Napoleon admits, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. “But you made it perfect anyway.”

You smile softly, resting your head against his chest. “I’m happy as long as we’re together.”

And with that, Napoleon understands—the day may have been filled with imperfections, but your love, your unwavering presence, is the perfect conclusion to his Valentine’s Day.

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Jean d'Arc (Ikemen Vampire) – Valentine’s Day Dream vs. Reality

Dream: A Quiet, Intimate Union of Souls

Jean Valentine’s Day dream is one of calm and serenity, a day where everything aligns perfectly for the two of you to exist in a world of your own. His aloof and somewhat distant demeanor hides a deep yearning for connection, and Valentine's Day is the one time he envisions that connection becoming absolute.

In his ideal vision, the day begins early, before the rest of the world stirs. The two of you are alone in his private quarters, the air thick with the sweet scent of roses he hand-picked for you. The soft flicker of candlelight dances against the walls, casting long shadows that create an ethereal atmosphere.

Jean would greet you with a quiet intensity, his gaze almost inscrutable as he takes your hand. “Today is for us, and no one else.” His voice would be a whisper, deep and full of promise, and he would escort you to a lavish breakfast spread—something simple, but elegant. A delicate tea served in porcelain cups, buttery pastries, and fresh fruits. His presence would be commanding yet tender, as he watches you carefully, assessing every flicker of emotion on your face.

The plan then moves to a quiet walk—somewhere secluded, perhaps a garden with freshly bloomed flowers or a picturesque spot by a lake. Jean’s ideal would be a setting that feels timeless, undisturbed by the outside world, where he can be with you and you alone.

“Let’s forget the world, just for today,” Jean would say, his hand resting gently on the small of your back, guiding you through the tranquility of nature. His aloofness fades slightly in the peace of this moment, and he would be entirely focused on you—on the soft sounds of your voice, the gentle touch of your hand in his, the slight shift of your expression as you react to his every word.

In the evening, he would have prepared a meal, though not overly extravagant. He would carefully arrange the dishes, making sure everything is to your taste. The setting would be intimate—just the two of you, a single candle casting shadows around the room, the only sound being the soft rustling of your clothing and the occasional clink of silverware.

For Jean, the pinnacle of the evening would be a tender, almost reverent moment—a shared kiss under the soft glow of candlelight. His touch would be delicate yet possessive, as if claiming you not with grand gestures, but with the quiet certainty of his love.

“This is my vow,” he would murmur against your lips. “To be the only one for you, and for you to be the only one for me.” His kiss would deepen, slow and deliberate, as if sealing that vow in the silence of the room.

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Reality: A Day of Quiet Discomfort and Underlying Tension

In reality, Jean’s carefully constructed day doesn’t unfold quite as he imagined.

The morning begins with a certain stiffness between you two. Jean’s aloof nature, which he assumes will be an alluring mystery, begins to feel distant rather than comforting. The breakfast, while still elegant, feels stilted—there’s an awkwardness in the air as neither of you quite know how to bridge the gap that his emotional reserve has created. His dark aubergine eyes remain focused on you, but it’s almost as if he’s watching you from afar, gauging your reactions to every subtle movement.

His words, which he believes are poetic and sincere, don’t have the impact he anticipated. “Today is for us,” he says, but there’s a coldness in his voice that makes it feel more like a command than an invitation. You smile weakly, trying to comfort him, but Jean is so caught up in the vision he’s crafted that he doesn’t notice the subtle tension in your body language.

When you go for the walk he envisioned, the silence between you both grows uncomfortable. He tries to speak to you softly, asking questions about how you feel, but the answers are brief, almost distracted. Every moment is loaded with his expectations, and while the scenery is beautiful, the atmosphere feels suffocating, like the weight of his gaze is too much to bear.

“Is something wrong?” Jean would ask, his tone more clipped than he intended. He’s frustrated that the day is not going according to his carefully planned script, and his irritation bubbles to the surface.

“No, nothing’s wrong,” you assure him. “It’s just… quiet.”

He looks away, the tension in his posture evident. He feels like he’s failed somehow, despite his best efforts. The garden he thought would be tranquil and perfect now feels like a reminder of everything that is lacking.

Later, during dinner, Jean’s frustration peaks. The meal is perfect, but it’s marred by the fact that he can’t seem to connect with you. Every movement feels rehearsed. You both sit in silence more than he intended, the atmosphere heavy, as he watches you with a sharpness that feels more like observation than affection.

When the candlelight flickers and the evening draws to a close, Jean tries to bring the moment back to where he imagined it should be. He leans in to kiss you, but the tension is still there, lingering in the space between you. His touch is soft, but the possessiveness he intended feels more like desperation, his frustration seeping through.

“I am the only one for you,” he mutters, but his words are laced with uncertainty, as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as he is you.

The kiss, though tender, carries an underlying weight of his dissatisfaction. He’s not sure what went wrong, but he feels it—a gnawing emptiness that no amount of perfect planning can fill.

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By the end of the evening, Jean is left with a sense of failure. The day he had envisioned—filled with romance, serenity, and the soft glow of connection—hasn’t materialized. Instead, it’s been filled with silences, unspoken frustrations, and moments of tension.

“I wanted today to be… perfect,” Jean admits quietly, his usually confident demeanor cracked. His eyes, though still dark and unreadable, now hold a touch of vulnerability.

You reach out to him, your hand brushing his in an attempt to reassure him. “It’s not about perfection, Jean. It’s about us being together, and that’s what matters.”

For the first time, Jean allows himself to relax, just a little. His lips curve into a small, sincere smile—one that speaks more of acceptance than victory. “You’re right,” he murmurs, his hand tightening around yours. “Today… wasn’t perfect. But as long as you’re here, I’ll endure it.”

Jean d'Arc may not have had the day he envisioned, but in the end, he realizes that the imperfections only made it more real, more human. And though he is far from perfect, your love for him feels like enough to bridge the gap between expectation and reality.

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Mozart (Ikemen Vampire) – Valentine’s Day Dream vs. Reality.

Dream: A Serenade of Love in Perfect Harmony

Mozart’s idea of a perfect Valentine’s Day is not extravagant, but it is precise. Everything must be executed flawlessly, just like his music—no mistakes, no disruptions, no deviations from the masterpiece he envisions in his mind. He has planned every detail with an almost obsessive attention to perfection, ensuring that this day will be unlike any other.

The morning begins with him waking up early, composing a new piece of music just for you. He doesn’t want to gift you something as meaningless as flowers or chocolates—no, that would be too ordinary, too temporary. He will create something eternal, something that will carry his love through every note. The melody will be gentle yet possessive, weaving his emotions into a composition that only you can truly understand.

By noon, he imagines taking you to an intimate, secluded space where no one else exists. He cannot stand the thought of sharing you with the world today. The idea of another man—even a passing stranger—glancing at you, hearing your laughter, or witnessing your beauty makes his jaw clench with restrained fury.

The location must be perfect: a grand, candlelit music hall, empty except for the two of you. He envisions sitting at the piano, guiding your hands over the keys as he teaches you how to play a melody meant only for you. His fingers would linger on yours, his voice low as he murmurs instructions—his control both tender and unyielding.

As evening falls, he dreams of a private dinner where no one can interfere. You will sit beside him, close enough that he can feel your warmth, hear your heartbeat. There will be no distractions—no unwanted guests, no interruptions. Just you and him, sealed away from the world. He will watch you with those sharp, calculating violet eyes, memorizing every detail of your expressions as you listen to the piece he composed for you.

And at the end of the night, he imagines holding you close, whispering his devotion in a voice only you can hear.

"I will never allow anyone to take you from me. You are mine, and mine alone."

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Reality: A Discordant Note in His Symphony

Reality, however, is far less cooperative.

The morning starts well enough. Mozart wakes up before you, lost in his world of composition, pouring his emotions into the notes of his new piece. But as he plays it, testing each chord, he can already feel something is off. It’s not perfect. It’s missing something.

Frustration builds in his chest like a storm. He replays the piece over and over, his hands growing harsher against the keys. He doesn’t even notice you waking up, watching him with sleepy confusion.

“Mozart…?” you call his name gently, but he doesn’t answer. His mind is too fixated on the music, on the imperfections that gnaw at his soul.

By the time he finally acknowledges you, his mood is already tainted with irritation. He had wanted everything to be perfect, yet he feels like the day is slipping through his fingers. He forces himself to calm down—he won’t let his frustration ruin this.

The afternoon doesn’t go much better. He had planned to take you somewhere private, but the mansion is lively today—too lively. Leonardo, Napoleon, and even Arthur are wandering about, their voices echoing through the halls. Each time another man so much as acknowledges your presence, Mozart’s expression darkens.

Arthur smirks at you. "Looking lovely today, little dove. Planning something special with our dear prodigy?"

Mozart’s hands tighten into fists, his patience rapidly depleting.

And then there’s Leonardo, ever the thorn in his side. “Oi, Amadeus. You sure you don’t wanna let them breathe a little? Can’t keep ‘em locked away all day.”

Mozart clenches his jaw, his hands twitching as if itching to slam the piano lid shut. He doesn’t need their commentary. He doesn’t want their presence. This was supposed to be his day with you.

By evening, his carefully constructed plan has completely unraveled. The private music hall? Unavailable—some aristocrats have taken it for a gathering. The intimate dinner? Constantly interrupted by others entering the dining room, forcing Mozart to bite his tongue from snapping at them. Even the piece he composed for you doesn’t sound right when he plays it, his own perfectionism making him loathe what he created.

The moment he finally gets you alone, his patience is at its breaking point.

Mozart stands before you, his sharp violet eyes burning with an intensity that sends a chill down your spine. His fingers tremble at his sides—not with fear, but with the raw, unfiltered frustration of a man whose love is so overwhelming, so consuming, that reality itself cannot meet his expectations.

"This day was supposed to be perfect." His voice is tight, controlled—but there’s an edge of something dangerous beneath it.

You reach out, gently grasping his hand. “Mozart, it doesn’t have to be perfect.”

His entire body stiffens at your words. Doesn’t have to be perfect? But you deserve perfection. How could he accept anything less?

For a long moment, he just stares at you, his mind racing. But as he looks into your eyes, something inside him shifts. The way you gaze at him, the warmth of your touch—it’s grounding. His rigid shoulders loosen just slightly, the tension easing as he exhales a slow breath.

“…You don’t understand,” he murmurs, voice softer now, yet still laced with that obsessive devotion. “I wanted to give you something flawless. I wanted this day to be—”

You place a finger against his lips, silencing him with a small, knowing smile. “Mozart, I don’t need perfect. I just need you.”

Silence. His pupils dilate slightly, his breath catching for just a second.

Then, without another word, he pulls you into his arms, holding you so tightly it’s as if he’s afraid you’ll vanish. His heartbeat is erratic, his grip possessive, desperate.

"You belong to me," he whispers into your hair, voice laced with the unyielding promise of a man who will never let you go. "And I belong to you."

And in that moment, he realizes—perhaps love isn’t about perfection. Perhaps, just this once, he can allow himself to exist in the flaws, in the reality, as long as you are by his side.

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Leonardo Da Vinci (Ikemen Vampire) – Valentine’s Day Dream vs. Reality

Dream: A Day of Artistic Passion and Infinite Devotion

Leonardo Da Vinci envisions Valentine’s Day as the perfect opportunity to express his admiration and passion for you in a way that is as beautiful and intricate as one of his masterpieces. He wants the day to feel like a living canvas—every moment a stroke of love, every glance an expression of his affection.

In his dream scenario, Leonardo begins the day by waking you with the softest touch—a kiss to your forehead, light as air, before he even speaks. His voice would be low, filled with intensity, but also a tenderness reserved just for you. “Today, I shall create something that will last forever, something for only you and I.”

The morning would be spent in his atelier, where Leonardo would craft something unique for you—whether a painting, a sculpture, or a beautiful, personalized piece of art. He would be utterly focused on you, as he mixes colors with an artist’s precision and delicate hand movements. As he works, he would softly speak to you, sharing his thoughts and passions. There would be no pressure, just the gentle rhythm of creation, and an atmosphere of deep connection.

“The art I create for you will surpass anything I have ever done,” he would say with a quiet, almost wistful pride. “It will be my gift to you, a symbol of how much I admire and cherish you.”

For lunch, he would take you to a secluded café, away from the crowds. A place that feels intimate, where the world outside fades away and the two of you can enjoy the moment. The table would be set with fine china, delicate flowers in vases, and the air would be filled with the soft hum of conversation from the other patrons, but it would feel like just the two of you in the world.

“You have always been my inspiration, my muse,” Leonardo would say as he takes your hand across the table. His golden eyes, tinged with longing, would meet yours. “Even the greatest works are incomplete without the touch of something beautiful.”

The afternoon would follow with a private stroll through a garden—lush, vibrant, and calm. The quiet would be broken only by the occasional murmur of nature, the scent of roses and lavender hanging in the air. In Leonardo’s eyes, the world would be perfect as long as you were by his side. His hand would rest possessively but gently on your waist, guiding you through the garden as if he were showing you a part of his soul.

As the day winds down, Leonardo would prepare a special, intimate dinner in his study. He would have a candle-lit ambiance, soft music playing in the background, and the smell of a freshly prepared meal filling the air. There would be no hurry, no rush—just time for the two of you to enjoy each other’s company.

“I have spent centuries searching for something beautiful, but I have finally found it in you,” Leonardo would say as he gazes at you, his golden eyes softening with love. “You are my ultimate masterpiece.”

And as the evening draws to a close, the night would end with a tender kiss—a promise of his love, of a life spent together, creating beauty and passion as one. He would pull you close, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that speaks of longing, devotion, and eternal affection.

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Reality: A Day Full of Surprises and Overwhelming Passion

In reality, Leonardo’s grand vision doesn’t unfold quite as perfectly as he planned. Though he remains passionate and committed, a few unexpected twists make the day feel more chaotic than ideal.

The morning begins as planned—Leonardo awakens you with a soft kiss, his golden eyes glowing with warmth, but there’s an undercurrent of impatience. He’s eager for the day to unfold just as he imagined it, but there’s a subtle pressure in his gaze that doesn’t go unnoticed.

As the two of you move to his atelier, he begins his work on the art piece he envisioned for you. However, the intensity of his focus borders on obsession. He works relentlessly, hardly stopping for breaks, and his words become more demanding than soothing. “Do not disturb me, I must perfect this,” he says, his tone strained, his golden eyes narrowed in concentration. The art, though beautiful, begins to feel like something he is forcing rather than creating out of pure love.

The atmosphere becomes thick with tension as he continuously tweaks and adjusts the piece, frustrated by every slight imperfection. His gaze flickers to you intermittently, as if checking for approval, but the warmth of his earlier words has been replaced with the intensity of someone driven to complete a masterpiece, no matter the cost.

“I cannot let this day be ruined,” he mutters to himself, before focusing back on his work. “It must be perfect.”

When the two of you finally leave for lunch, Leonardo’s charm is momentarily overshadowed by his obsession with the art. He’s distracted, his golden eyes distant, lost in thought. He seems to forget that this moment is supposed to be about you, the two of you, and not just his work. The conversation feels forced, and his attempts to make you feel special fall flat. He’s there physically, but emotionally, he’s consumed by his creations.

“You must understand,” Leonardo would say, his voice low, “that every work of mine requires this focus. I cannot turn it off.” His hands grasp yours almost desperately, but the passion seems more like a demand than a tender declaration.

The afternoon stroll is much like the lunch—Leonardo tries to stay present, but he’s too distracted. He notices the way you walk and the sounds of the world around you, but it’s not the serene, artistic moment he had envisioned. His possessiveness creeps in—his hand holding yours tightly, his presence hovering over you as if making sure no one else can claim your attention.

“I can’t let go of you,” he says suddenly, his voice heavy with possessiveness. “Not now, not ever.”

Dinner, instead of being a calm and intimate moment, becomes another area of tension. Leonardo’s lingering frustrations from earlier in the day make him irritable. While the meal is delicious, he finds himself focused more on making sure everything is perfect than truly enjoying the company of the one he loves. His gaze flickers constantly, checking for your approval, his golden eyes growing darker with each passing moment.

“I only want to give you my best,” he mutters, his tone rough. “But it seems even I can’t achieve perfection today.”

As the night draws to a close, the kiss he offers you feels possessive, as though he’s trying to assert his claim on you—more out of desperation than genuine tenderness. While his lips are soft against yours, there’s an overwhelming intensity in the way he holds you, as though afraid to let you go.

“You are mine,” he whispers, but there’s a hint of vulnerability that he doesn’t quite know how to express. “I won’t let anyone else take you.”

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Leonardo’s Valentine’s Day doesn’t turn out the way he imagined. It’s not the serene, perfect day filled with artistic passion. Instead, it’s filled with frustrations, moments of tension, and an overwhelming need to control the situation, despite his love for you.

He watches you closely as the night winds down, his golden eyes soft but full of longing. “I did not expect today to go like this,” he admits, his voice low. “I had hoped to create the perfect day for you… but I fear I only created stress.”

You gently take his hand, offering reassurance. “It’s not perfect, Leonardo, but it was real. And that means something, too.”

Leonardo looks at you, his heart heavy with a mixture of guilt and affection. Slowly, he smiles—a bittersweet smile, but one that carries an unspoken understanding. “I will make it up to you. I will always try… for you.”

And in that moment, Leonardo learns that while perfection may be his goal, it’s the imperfect moments, the real, raw connections, that mean the most.

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Written by ; @eternaldarknesswitch

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Special Promot Valentine day ♥︎

Love Letters from (Suitor). – What words would they pour onto the page when no one is watching? Pairing ; Shu Sakamaki and Kou Mukami.

Header Credit: Diabolik Lover’s Series

Pairing: Multi Scenario x FemOc (Friend).

Tags : Yandere, DarkRomance, Obsession, Stalking, Possessiveness, Psychological Tension, VampiricThemes, Supernatural Romance, Gift Giving, LoveLetters, Slow Burn, Forbidden Longing, Intense Attraction, Dangerous Devotion, Blood Drinking, Manipulation, Emotional Conflict, Suspense, Power Imbalance, Soft Yet Unsettling

Warning : Dark & Intense Romantic Themes, Stalking & Obsession, Possessiveness & Yandere Themes, Blood Drinking (Kou’s Letter), Power Imbalance, Emotional Conflict.

A/N : Request from @love-scary-things, for special Valentine promotion: (2) Love Letters from (Suitor). – What words would they pour onto the page when no one is watching? For Diabolik Lover’s, Shu and Kou.

The following is my interpretation of what I believe Shu and Kou would say and act, and I kindly apologize if it does not align perfectly with the character or if you have a different understanding. Please bear in mind that it is intended purely for entertainment purposes and should not be taken to heart.

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Kou Mukami☆

"To My Little Sea Sprite" – A Love Letter, A Stalker’s Confession, A Dangerous Devotion

Kou wasn’t the kind of guy who second-guessed himself. Usually, when he wanted something, he took it. No hesitation, no overthinking. But Celine—Celine had thrown him into unfamiliar territory.

Stalking her was easy. Too easy. He knew the routes she took home, the cafés she liked, the way she carried herself with an effortless grace that made his fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and ruin it just a little. And then there was him—the tiny, golden-furred rabbit she had named Apollo. A ridiculous name for such a delicate creature, but somehow, it suited her. The rabbit was a mirror of his owner—soft and warm, yet just a little wary, as if it knew something dangerous lurked nearby.

Kou had grown used to watching her through a lens, a step behind the shadows, collecting pieces of her life like stolen treasures. But when it came to putting his thoughts into words, that was another story entirely. He had written draft after draft, torn through pages like a man possessed, his frustration mounting as nothing seemed right. Should he be poetic? Playful? Brutally honest? His fingers curled tight around the pen, his thoughts an unbearable mess. Every time he tried to explain why she had gotten under his skin, the words fell apart. How was he supposed to tell her that her voice had settled into his bones? That her scent haunted him? That the thought of her with someone else sent something dark and vicious curling inside him?

In the end, he settled on something raw. Something real.

The letter still burned in his pocket as he waited outside the concert venue, leaning against the wall with a lazy grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His undead heart seem to pounded against his ribs, a foreign, infuriating rhythm. He wasn’t nervous—Kou Mukami didn’t get nervous. And yet, as he saw her stepping out, exhaustion clinging to her shoulders, he felt something tighten in his chest.

He had never been good at giving without taking. But tonight, just this once, he would let her have something.

A carefully selected bouquet of soft pink roses—delicate, lovely, just like her—and a box of chocolates, chosen with more thought than he’d ever admit. And the letter, neatly folded, tucked between the petals. The moment her gaze met his, he stepped forward, grin widening, his usual playful bravado slipping into place.

“Surprise, little sea sprite,” he murmured, holding the bouquet out to her, his fingers brushing hers as she reached for it. “Figured you deserved a little something after putting on a show for all those adoring fans. But don’t get the wrong idea—this isn’t me being nice or anything.” His voice lowered, the teasing lilt hiding something far more dangerous beneath. “Just… don’t keep me waiting too long, yeah?”

And with that, he turned, walking away before she could respond—before she could see just how much it really meant.

... ☆

Celine stood frozen in place, staring after him long after he disappeared into the night. The scent of roses filled her lungs, mingling with the lingering warmth of his touch on her fingers. What just happened?

Slowly, she looked down at the bouquet, her breath catching when she noticed the folded paper nestled between the petals. A love letter? From Kou Mukami? It didn’t seem possible, and yet… her fingers trembled as she pulled it free, unfolding the page with careful hands.

Her eyes scanned the words—words that should have unsettled her, but instead made her heartbeat quicken.

To My Little Sea Sprite,

I shouldn’t be writing this.

I shouldn’t even be thinking about you. But here I am, watching the ink stain the page, every word I carve out pulling me deeper under your spell. And the worst part? You don’t even know. You have no idea what you’ve done to me.

You were supposed to be just another face in the crowd, another girl starry-eyed and desperate for a piece of me. But you weren’t. You looked at me—not like an idol, not like something untouchable—but as a person. No screaming, no shaking hands, no suffocating obsession. Just… warmth. A quiet kind of admiration, the kind that seeped into my skin and made me feel seen.

And that should have been the end of it.

But I could smell it. The truth. The salt of the ocean clinging to your skin, the undeniable whisper of something not human. You don’t belong among them, do you? You walk in their world, smile for their cameras, let them call you Artemisia Jones as if that name could ever define you. But you and I both know that’s a lie. You’re something far rarer than that—a secret tucked away beneath layers of illusions. And yet, despite all that power, all that mystery, you stood in front of me and called me kind.

Do you know how dangerous that was?

Because now, I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop watching you. I tell myself it’s curiosity—just a game, just a little indulgence—but then I see you on screen, see someone else touching you, whispering sweet words in your ear, and something inside me snaps. You were never meant for them. Never meant to play pretend with someone else’s hands on you.

I should have waited longer. I should have let this burn a little more. But patience was never my strong suit, and you—you were so close. So warm. Your pulse hammering beneath my lips, the taste of you sinking into my senses, your breath catching in that moment before my fangs pierced your skin… was it fear? Or was it something else?

I wonder if you can still feel it. The ache. The heat. The way I pressed you against me, whispering that I wouldn’t stop. And I won’t. Not now. Not ever.

They can have Artemisia. They can praise her, desire her, pretend they know her. But Celine—sweet, trembling, breathtaking Celine—she belongs to me.

So be good, little sea sprite. Stay where I can see you. Keep pretending to be part of their world if it makes you feel safe. But don’t forget who you really belong to.

Because next time?

I won’t stop at just a taste.

Yours, always,

Kou Mukami☆

Celine’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the page. The words sent a shiver down her spine—both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

He had been watching her. Following her. And yet, there was no mistaking the raw emotion behind his words. This wasn’t some shallow crush. This wasn’t just infatuation. This was obsession, tangled in devotion, laced with something dark and unshakable.

A deep heat pooled in her chest, her heart hammering as she read the letter again. The pink roses in her arms suddenly felt heavier, their petals soft yet suffocating.

He had left before she could respond, but somehow, she knew—he was still watching.

And, despite herself… she wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop.

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Shu Sakamaki ♪

A Love Letter from Shu Sakamaki – A Silent Devotion, A Restless Longing

Shu never cared for effort. Whether it was school, people, or the world around him—it was all just noise, something to endure until it inevitably faded into irrelevance. But then there was her.

Celine. Artemisia Jones. A nymph among humans.

He had first seen her in passing—just another student in the halls of school, just another face in a sea of meaningless people. He should have forgotten her the moment she walked away. And yet, he hadn’t.

She was different. Unlike the others who either feared him or pestered him for attention, she was simply… there. Never pushing, never prying, but never looking away either.

"It must be tiring, letting everyone take pieces of you."

The words had settled in his mind, unshakable. As if she understood.

It had irritated him.

More than he cared to admit, he had started watching her. Not because he cared—he told himself that much—but because he needed to know what made her different. Why she lingered in his thoughts when no one else ever did.

He found himself drawn to the way she carried herself—soft-spoken yet unyielding, reserved yet undeniably present. The way she sat beneath the shade of a tree during lunch, her fingers absently twirling strands of her hair as she gazed at the sky. The way she moved through the world, gentle and graceful, but never truly belonging to it.

Then, of course, there was Apollo.

That ridiculous golden-furred rabbit she always carried when no one was watching, whispering softly to it as though it could understand.

She was odd. And for some reason, he couldn’t look away.

It had gotten worse—his distraction, his irritation. He caught himself waiting for her, lingering in places he never had a reason to be, memorizing her habits without realizing it. He should have ignored her. He tried.

But she made it impossible.

Which led to this.

A letter he never meant to write. A gift he never meant to buy. He had spent too much time debating whether it was worth it before finally shoving both under her pillow, leaving no trace of his presence behind.

And then, he left.

... ♪

The day had been long.

Celine sighed as she entered her bedroom, stretching her arms above her head. School had been exhausting as always—draining, suffocating. The meaningless chatter, the empty social obligations… None of it had ever felt real to her.

All she wanted was to collapse into bed, to rest.

But the moment she laid down, she felt it—something firm beneath her pillow.

Frowning, she sat up, reaching beneath it until her fingers brushed against something smooth. Slowly, she pulled it out—a black velvet box. Confused, she turned it over in her hands before her eyes landed on the second object: a folded, slightly crumpled letter.

Her heartbeat quickened as she carefully unfolded the paper.

The Letter ..

Celine,

I should have ignored you. I tried. But you don’t make it easy.

You linger. In ways I don’t have the patience to explain. In the quiet, in the noise, in the spaces between my thoughts. You take up too much room in my mind, and I hate it.

You—who walk so easily between two worlds. A nymph among humans. A woman playing a role that isn’t really hers. You pretend so well it almost fools me, but I know better. I see through it. I see you.

And yet, you make it so damn difficult to stay detached.

You were supposed to be just another passing moment. A name I would forget. But you weren’t. And now, I don’t know what to do with you.

You irritate me. You make me restless. And worse, you make me care.

I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t know if you want anything at all. But if you’re going to keep invading my thoughts, then you should at least know this—

I won’t ignore you anymore.

Shu..

Celine's breath hitched.

Slowly, her eyes drifted back to the black velvet box in her hands. With careful fingers, she flipped it open—inside was a delicate silver necklace, a single deep-blue sapphire at its center, gleaming softly under the dim bedroom light.

Her fingers traced its surface, a warmth spreading in her chest, both unfamiliar and overwhelming.

This… Shu Sakamaki did this?

It was almost unbelievable.

Shu, who avoided effort, who never seemed to care about anything, had gone out of his way to leave this.

Her lips parted, then curled into a small, breathless smile.

"You're such a liar, Shu," she murmured to the quiet room, pressing the letter close to her heart.

He had been watching her all along.

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

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Written by : @eternaldarknesswitch

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[eternaldarknesswitch]

Special Promot Valentine day.

How Do Suitors Celebrate Valentine's Day with You? – From grand gestures to quiet moments, how do they show their love? Pairing ; Ikemen Villain (Harrison and Liam) and Ikemen Vampire (Faust and Comte) Bonus Mozart.

Header Credit: Ikemen Series Pairing: Multi Scenario x gender neutral!Reader. Tags : Slow-burn Romance, Intense & Unsettling Affection, Dark Yet Tender Love, Suitor Being Cryptic™, Obsession Disguised as Devotion, Acts of Service as Love Language, Possessive Undertones, Fluff, Slow-burn Romance, Gothic & Haunting Romance, Mortal vs Immortal Themes, A Love That Borders on MadnessLove Through Music, Soft Yet Awkward Affection, Private Serenade, Love Language, Subtle but Deeply Felt Affection.

Warning : Dark & Intense Romantic Themes, Mild Emotional Repression, Awkward Yet Endearing Affection, Canon-Typical Moodiness, Brief Touching & Hand Kissing. Morbid Imagery & Medical References, Intimate Yet Unnerving Gestures. Lavish Displays of Affection – Expect grand romantic gestures.

A/N : Request from @ike-garden2024, for special Valentine promotion: (1) How Do Suitors Celebrate Valentine’s Day with You? – From grand gestures to quiet moments, how do they show their love?. For ikemen Villian; Liam and Harrison and the vampire Ikemen; Faust and Comte, Bonus, Mozart.

The following is my interpretation of what I believe Liam, Harrison, Faust, Comte and Mozart would say and act, and I kindly apologize if it does not align perfectly with the character or if you have a different understanding. Please bear in mind that it is intended purely for entertainment purposes and should not be taken to heart.

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Harrison Gray

Valentine’s Day with Harrison Gray – “The Weight of a Gentleman’s Heart”

Harrison Gray is a man of precision, order, and cold calculation. There is no room for frivolity in his world, no space for sentiment. And yet… when it comes to you, all his carefully laid defenses crumble like dust beneath your touch.

Morning – A Gentleman’s Restraint

The day begins in the same meticulous fashion that Harrison Gray governs every aspect of his life—predictably, efficiently, without deviation.

His mornings are usually spent in his study, reviewing documents, writing letters, ensuring that the world he controls remains exactly as he intends.

Yet today, as he stands by the window, the golden light of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains—his mind is elsewhere.

You.

The thought of you is an intrusion, a disruption, an irritation.

And yet, as he stares down at the single sealed envelope upon his desk, its contents written in his own careful hand, he exhales slowly.

"Sentiment is a foolish thing," he mutters. And yet, the letter remains.

A carefully penned note—one that he has rewritten three times over, discarding every word that felt too revealing, too indulgent.

A confession that he cannot bring himself to speak aloud.

The knock at the door startles him.

"Come in."

When you step inside, the very sight of you— dressed in soft morning attire, your presence filling his private world - unsettles him in a way he refuses to name.

You tilt your head, studying him.

"You seem distracted this morning, Harrison."

He scoffs, gathering his composure."Nonsense. I am precisely as I always am." But then—he hesitates.

His gaze flickers to the letter still resting upon his desk. Slowly, methodically, he slides it toward you. "I would have had this delivered, but since you are here…"

A beat of silence.

You blink, looking from him to the letter, curiosity flickering across your expression.

"May I open it?"

His jaw tightens.

"Do as you please."

And yet, as you break the seal and your eyes scan the precisely written lines of ink, he cannot bear to look at you.

Because the words upon that page—though still carefully restrained—are the closest thing to a confession he has ever allowed himself ;

"You are an enigma to me. A disruption. A force that does not bend to my carefully laid plans. And yet… I find that I do not wish for you to leave. I find that, despite my better judgment, I have come to rely upon your presence. I do not know what to make of this feeling. I do not know if I care to understand it. But what I do know is this—I would rather have you near me than not at all."

Your breath catches. "Harrison…"

He cuts you off, his expression unreadable, his tone clipped. "That is all. There is no need for a response."

A pause. And then, in a voice softer than you have ever heard from him— "Simply… stay."

Afternoon – A Gift with No Name

Harrison Gray does not entertain frivolities.

And yet, the mere idea of today— a day dedicated to meaningless sentiment— has left him restless.

He is a man of practicality, of precision. If he is to offer you something, it must be worthy of you.

Thus, as you walk into the drawing room, your eyes widen at the sight before you.

Upon a velvet-lined case, laid out with immaculate care, is a necklace unlike any you have ever seen.

"Harrison, this is—"

"A trinket. Nothing more." His voice is firm, dismissive. And yet—his hand twitches at his side.

A beautiful sapphire rests at the center of the piece, deep as the ocean, its facets catching the light with every movement. The chain is intricate, woven with the finest gold—not ostentatious, but impossibly elegant.

It is, in every way, something carefully chosen.

Something that could only belong to you.

Your fingers brush against it, reverent.

"Why?"

A sharp inhale.

And then, his hand ghosts along the nape of your neck, gathering your hair to the side.

"Turn around."

Your heart pounds as he clasps the necklace in place, his fingers brushing the bare skin at your throat.

The contact is brief—fleeting.

And yet, the silence between you is thick with something unspoken.

"Harrison…"

"It suits you."

The way he says it— so quietly, so final—makes your breath hitch. He steps away. "That is all."

Because if he lingers, if he lets himself soften any further—he may not be able to stop himself.

Evening – A Dance with the Devil

The ballroom is grand, filled with music and movement, the glittering elite of society swirling in an endless waltz.

And yet—the moment Harrison steps into the room with you upon his arm, the world stills.

The murmurs begin.

For Harrison Gray does not dance. He does not entertain, he does not engage in pleasantries.

Yet here he is, his posture impeccable, his hand firm at the small of your back as he leads you onto the floor.

"They are staring." His voice is low, edged with irritation.

You smirk. "Perhaps they are wondering if you will finally crack a smile tonight."

A scoff."Fools."

And yet, as he spins you in perfect time with the music, his gaze never leaves yours.

There is something in his expression—something raw, something unsaid.

And when he finally speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper. "I should not have allowed this."

You tilt your head. "Allowed what?"

A pause.

A hesitation.

"This." His fingers tighten at your waist. "You."

A sharp inhale.

"You have ruined me, you understand?"

The words are a confession, a damnation, an admission of defeat.

And yet, as he pulls you impossibly close—his breath warm against your ear, his heart beating in tandem with yours—

You know that he would not have it any other way.

"Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear."

Harrison Gray does not indulge in love.

And yet, for you—he will allow himself this one moment.

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Liam Evans

Valentine’s Day with Liam Evans – “A Thief’s Most Precious Treasure”

Liam Evans has spent his life taking, stealing whatever he pleases without a second thought. Yet, when it comes to you, he finds himself wanting to give—though he knows a man like him should never dream of keeping something so pure. But just for today, he will pretend that he can

Morning – A Thief’s Softest Hour

The morning drifts in softly, slipping through the heavy curtains in thin streaks of pale gold. The fire in the hearth has long since dimmed to embers, leaving behind a quiet warmth in the room.

But warmer still is the presence beside you.

Liam Evans—a man who moves through life with the ease of a shadow, yet here he is, bound to the bed by nothing more than sleep and the slow rise and fall of his breath.

His hair, always so neatly combed when in public, is a little tousled now, dark magenta strands catching the light as they spill against the pillow. His face, hardened by a life of crime, is at its most unguarded.

And yet—he stirs.

A low, lazy hum escapes him before his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

"Mm... And where do you think you’re sneakin’ off to, dove?”

His voice is still thick with sleep, a slow, indulgent drawl as his lips brush against the delicate skin of your temple.

You smile, amused. “I wasn’t sneaking off anywhere.”

"Liar.”

His grip tightens—not enough to hold you captive, but enough that you can feel the heat of his body against yours.

"Stay a little longer.” His voice dips lower, almost hesitant. "Ain’t often I get to wake up with somethin’ good beside me.”

And there it is. Liam Evans, at his most honest.

Love, for him, has never been something gentle. It has been stolen, clawed at, fought for. But in this moment—it is simply quiet.

And so, you stay.

Afternoon – A Gift Only a Thief Could Give

Liam is not a man of grand gestures.

There are no roses, no sonnets whispered beneath the moonlight. He does not deal in things so fleeting.

But when you step into the drawing room, there it is.

Laid across the table—a gown.

Not just any gown.

A masterpiece of silk and lace, its color deep as the midnight sky, its embroidery silver like the stars.

Your breath catches.

Before you can even form a question, his voice cuts in from the doorway.

"Don’t ask how I got it.”

There’s a smirk in his tone, but his eyes watch you carefully, as if bracing for your reaction.

Your fingers brush against the fabric, marveling at its softness. "It’s beautiful," you murmur.

Something shifts in his expression. Relief, perhaps.

"Had it made for ya." His voice lowers. "Wanted ya to have somethin’ that’s only ever been touched by your hands."

And that—that is what he truly means.

A thief. A man who has spent his life taking.

But for you? For you, he wants to give.

Evening – A Dance With the Devil

The grand hall is filled with soft candlelight, the air humming with the murmur of nobility.

It is a place of power, of wealth—a world Liam despises.

Yet tonight, he stands at your side.

Dressed in a sharp black waistcoat, his cravat slightly loosened, his gloved hands resting in his pockets— he looks every bit the gentleman he refuses to be.

But it is only when his eyes land on you—wrapped in the very gown he gave you—that his posture stills.

A flicker of something dangerous passes over his face. Possessive. Fierce.

"Look at you," he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. "Walkin’ in here like a dream I ain’t allowed to have."

A waltz begins.

Liam’s hand extends toward you, palm up, a silent command.

"Dance with me."

There is no choice in his voice. But his touch, when you take his hand, is reverent.

The moment he leads you onto the ballroom floor, every eye turns to you both.

But Liam does not look at them. His world narrows to you and you alone.

"I ain’t a good man, dove.” His breath brushes against your ear as he leads you in time with the music. “But if I was… if things were different…”

His words trail off.

Your heart twists. You know what he means.

But instead of answering, you only tighten your grip on his hand.

And for a moment—just one—his steps falter.

"Damn it, dove." His forehead presses against yours, eyes burning with something raw. "How d’you always make me feel like this?"

And then—he kisses you.

Not like a nobleman. Not like a gentleman.

But like a thief—taking, desperate, as if he will never have another chance.

Night – A Thief’s Final Confession

The night air is crisp as you step onto the balcony. Beyond the estate, the city is silent, the gas lamps flickering like distant stars.

Liam stands there, one foot braced against the railing, a cigarette burning between his fingers.

The soft glow of the embers casts fleeting shadows across his sharp features.

You step beside him, wrapping your shawl tighter around your shoulders.

"You look like you have something on your mind." Liam exhales, watching the smoke curl into the night.

"Thinkin’ ‘bout how I don’t deserve this."

His tone is light, but there is something bitter underneath.

He gestures vaguely—to the world, to the stars, to you.

"Ain’t never had a damn thing that wasn’t taken with blood or lies. And yet, here you are."

You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers through his.

"I chose to be here, Liam."

A sharp inhale.

And then—he grips your wrist, pulling you between his legs.

"If that’s true, then promise me somethin’."

Your pulse pounds. "Anything."

"Don’t leave me."

There is no jest in his voice, no smirk to hide behind.

Just a man—battered, broken, yet willing to kneel before love if it means keeping you.

You cup his face, tracing the scar at his lip, the rough stubble along his jaw.

"I won’t."

For the first time that night, Liam Evans has no words.

Instead—he kisses you again.

Slow. Desperate. Like a man who has stolen countless treasures, yet knows that you are the only one he truly wants to keep.

And for tonight—for this stolen moment—he lets himself believe that he can.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dove.”

For the first time in his life, Liam Evans does not want to steal.

He simply wants to be yours.

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Faust.

Valentine’s Day with Faust – “A Heart That Should Not Beat”

To love is to be human. To be human is to be weak. And yet… when he looks at you, when he hears the steady rhythm of your pulse beneath fragile skin—he wonders if the greatest flaw of his kind is not immortality, but the ability to feel at all.

Morning – A Gift Without Words

The first sign of Valentine’s Day comes not in whispered declarations or lavish gestures, but in something more subtle.

You wake to find a single book placed upon your writing desk.

It is aged, its leather cover worn from years of use, the gold embossing nearly faded. When you run your fingers along its spine, it feels almost fragile, as though it has existed longer than your own lifetime.

There is no note. No signature. But you know exactly who left it.

Faust.

 

You turn the pages, immediately noticing something—annotations, scrawled in an elegant but sharp hand. His notes.

He never does anything without reason, and so you read.

The book is a medical text, one of the earliest theories on alchemy and the human soul. And yet, in the margins, his thoughts have been penned in careful, deliberate strokes:

“If the soul is nothing more than the product of electric impulses within the brain, does love not become a mere illusion of chemistry?”

Another:

“A man’s heart beats only until it ceases. But what of those whose hearts have already stopped?”

The weight of these words lingers in your chest long after you close the book.

Afternoon – The Scientist and His Confession

Finding Faust is never a simple task. He does not wish to be found. And yet, you know where he will be.

The laboratory is buried deep within the estate, its air thick with the scents of ink, aged parchment, and the faintest trace of chemicals.

When you enter, you see him—cloaked in shadow, candlelight flickering against the lenses of his spectacles. His gloved hands move with precision, assembling vials and glass instruments as though preparing for some great experiment.

He does not look up.

“You read it.” It is not a question.

You step closer. “I did.”

“And?”

Your fingers tighten around the book. “You already know my answer.”

Finally, his jade eyes lift to meet yours. A pause. A flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.

And then— “Do I?” You swallow.

There is something unnerving about the way he watches you, as though you are not a person but a specimen under his observation. And yet, beneath that sharp, clinical detachment… there is something else.

Something far more dangerous.

“Why that book, Faust?”

His lips curve into something that is not quite a smirk. “Because it was the first book I read after my death.”

The words settle between you, heavy with unspoken meaning.

The first book after his death.

After he was reborn into something beyond human.

You step closer. “Then… does that mean you regret it? Becoming what you are now?”

For a moment, he does not answer.

And then, in a movement so fluid it is almost imperceptible, he is suddenly before you, towering over you, fingers reaching toward your wrist.

His thumb brushes against your pulse point. Light. Testing.

 “I have never regretted it,” he murmurs.

His grip tightens—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of what he is.

“Until now.”

Your heart pounds beneath his touch—loud, steady, alive.

A sound that he has long since lost.

Evening – The Taste of a Question

The estate is quiet when night falls.

Dinner has come and gone, yet Faust remains. You find him in the grand study, where the glow of the fireplace casts his sharp features in flickering gold and shadow.

In his hand, a glass of red wine sits untouched.

He does not acknowledge your presence at first. But when you step closer, the corners of his lips twitch.

“You are persistent, little dove.” 

You fold your arms. “And you are avoiding me.”

A soft chuckle. “Perhaps.”

His gaze flickers to the book still clutched in your hands. “You should keep it.”

Your fingers tighten around the leather binding. “Why?”

Faust does not answer immediately. Instead, he leans forward, resting his chin upon his hand as he studies you.

“Do you know the origins of Valentine’s Day?”

You exhale a soft laugh. “A day for lovers?”

“No,” he corrects, “a day for sacrifice.”

The way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

 “Saint Valentine was martyred. He bled, and now mortals celebrate his death with chocolate and flowers. It is almost poetic, don’t you think?”

Your throat tightens.

“Then tell me, Faust. If today is a day of sacrifice—what have you given up?”

A long pause. And then— He moves.

Too fast. Too fluid. Before you can react, he is standing before you, his gloved hand tilting your chin upward.

“Do you want the real answer?” His thumb brushes against your lower lip. A touch so light, yet so consuming.

“I have given up my peace.”

Your breath catches.

“My clarity.”

“My control.” His lips hover just above yours—a breath away, a decision unmade.

“Because of you.” The words are a confession and a condemnation. And yet, as he finally steps back, retreating into the depths of his mind—

You know.

He has already surrendered to you completely.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my little dove.”

And though his heart should not beat—on this night, for you, it does.

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Comte de Saint-Germain.

Valentine’s Day with Comte de Saint-Germain – “A Love That Defies Time”

Centuries have come and gone, yet no passage of time has ever moved him. That is, until you. Until this single moment, where eternity feels like a gift instead of a curse.

Morning – A Gift Wrapped in Mystery

The estate is still shrouded in early morning mist when a knock echoes at your chamber door.

Not urgent. Not hurried. Just… patient.

The way only Comte would knock.

When you open the door, you find no one waiting. Only a single box, exquisitely wrapped in fine silk, resting upon a silver tray.

Your name is written in elegant script upon a folded letter.

“Good morning, ma chérie. You are cordially invited to spend the day in my company. I do hope you will accept—after all, it would be most impolite to refuse a host on such a special occasion. Follow the petals.”

Your lips curl into a smile.

And then you see them—red rose petals, scattered along the floor, leading away from your door and down the grand staircase.

Afternoon – A Courtship from Another Era

The trail of petals leads you not to the grand dining hall nor the parlor, but to the conservatory—a sunlit haven filled with exotic plants, the scent of roses and citrus hanging in the air.

And there, at the center, Comte waits.

Dressed in his finest, a glass of deep red wine resting in his hand, his golden eyes gleaming as he watches you approach.

“Ah, there you are. I was beginning to worry I’d been abandoned.”

A smirk tugs at his lips as he gestures toward a lavishly set table.

"Come, ma belle. I had the kitchen prepare something special just for you."

The meal is an exquisite array of delicacies—artfully arranged fruits, delicate pastries, fine cheese, and a pot of your favorite tea.

But the true indulgence is the way Comte watches you.

"Did you know, in my time, Valentine’s Day was not merely an occasion for gifts, but for grand gestures of devotion?"

You arch a brow. "And how did men of your era court the ones they loved?"

A soft chuckle.

"Through poetry. Serenades. Secret letters slipped into gloves or hidden beneath a lady’s plate at supper. Each act was a declaration—an unspoken promise."

His gaze darkens—not with mischief, but something deeper.

Something eternal.

"I fear, however, that mere words may never be enough to express what I feel for you."

Evening – A Dance That Defies Time

By the time night falls, the estate is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight.

You are surprised when Comte does not lead you to the ballroom—but instead, to the gardens.

A violinist stands waiting beneath the stars, the first notes of a waltz drifting into the crisp night air.

And then—his hand is extended toward you.

"Dance with me, ma chérie." He does not wait for an answer.

He sweeps you into his arms, and before you can even take a breath, you are spinning beneath the moonlight, the world fading until all that remains is him.

His touch is gentle yet unyielding, the warmth of his palm resting against the small of your back, guiding you effortlessly through each step.

"Did I ever tell you," he murmurs, "that once, long ago, I believed love to be nothing more than a fleeting illusion?"

Your heart stutters.

You glance up at him, but his golden eyes are already fixed on you.

"And now?" His lips curve into the faintest of smiles—but it is not playful. It is reverent. "Now, I know the truth."

The violinist plays on, but you barely hear the music anymore.

Because Comte bends forward, his breath ghosting against your temple as he whispers—

"You are the only moment in all of eternity that I wish to last forever."

Night – A Promise That Defies Mortality

Later, when the world is quiet and the fire in his study casts long shadows against the walls, Comte takes your hand in his.

And he kisses your wrist— not with hunger, nor temptation.

But with something infinitely softer. With devotion.

"It is a cruel thing, ma belle," he muses, *"to love and yet be forced to watch time steal it away."

A pause.

"But with you, I feel something I have not felt in centuries."

Your breath hitches. "What is that?"

His lips graze the back of your fingers. "Hope."

You close your eyes, feeling the weight of his words settle deep in your soul.

And in that moment, you realize— For a man who has spent eternity watching the world change, you are the one thing he wishes would never fade.

"Joyeuse Saint-Valentin, ma chérie."

And though time will march ever forward, in his arms, you feel infinite.

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Bonus!

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Valentine’s Day with Mozart – “A Symphony for Two”

Music is his language. Silence is his sanctuary. Love is the one composition he has never dared to write—until you.

Morning – A Quiet Gift

Mozart is not one for grand displays.

He does not shower you with roses, nor does he whisper flowery words of affection. Instead, his love is quiet—felt in the spaces between moments, in the echoes of melodies left unsung.

When you wake, there is no extravagant gesture waiting at your bedside.

No card. No carefully arranged flowers.

Only a single sheet of music, placed upon your pillow.

The notes are unfamiliar.

You trace your fingers over the staff lines, reading the melody in your mind—a delicate composition, gentle and yearning, as if each note is reaching for something just out of reach.

And at the bottom, scrawled in sharp yet elegant handwriting:

"For you."

No signature. But there is no need for one.

Afternoon – A Musician’s Courtship

Finding Mozart in the daylight hours is always a challenge.

But today, you know where he will be.

The music room.

When you step inside, you find him at the grand piano, his fingers gliding effortlessly over the ivory keys, lost in a melody only he can hear.

He does not acknowledge you at first.

But then—his playing shifts.

The notes soften, the rhythm adjusting—as if welcoming your presence, as if rewriting the music to include you.

You step closer, placing the sheet music on the piano beside him.

"You wrote this for me."

His fingers falter—just slightly.

A pause.

And then, without looking at you, he mutters—

"Tch. Don’t make a big deal out of it."

You smile.

Because this is Mozart.

A man whose affections are buried beneath sharp words and guarded silences.

And yet—his music betrays him.

Evening – A Private Performance

Dinner is a quiet affair.

Mozart does not join the others at the long dining table, nor does he engage in the estate’s usual festivities.

Instead, when the world outside is dark and the air thick with the scent of burning candles, he finds you.

"Come with me."

No explanation. No warning.

Just a command, gruff yet expectant.

And so you follow.

He leads you to the empty ballroom—a vast, open space bathed in moonlight.

And at the center, waiting for you—a violin.

"You’re always complaining you don’t get to hear me play," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. "So listen."

Before you can respond, he lifts the instrument, settling it against his shoulder, his bow poised above the strings.

And then— Music.

Soft at first, almost hesitant—and then swelling, cascading, filling every inch of the room.

A melody of longing and tenderness, of passion restrained, of love spoken in a language older than words.

You are rooted to the spot, unable to look away.

Because this is Mozart’s love letter.

Not written in ink.

Not whispered in the dark.

But played with every ounce of his soul.

Night – A Love That Transcends Sound

When the final note fades, there is a silence that stretches between you.

Mozart exhales slowly, lowering his violin.

And then, at last, he meets your gaze.

"You… liked it?" His voice is quiet. Almost uncertain.

You step closer—slowly, carefully, as if approaching a skittish animal. "It was beautiful."

His jaw tightens. A muscle in his throat moves as he swallows. And then, in one swift motion—he turns away. "Tch. Of course it was. It’s my composition."

You bite back a laugh. This man.

Even now, he refuses to let down his walls completely.

And yet—the tips of his ears are flushed.

Before he can move, you reach out—catching his sleeve, stopping him. "Mozart."

He stiffens. And then, slowly, he lets you turn him back to face you.

Your fingers brush against his—light, tentative.

He does not pull away. Instead, he exhales—a quiet, defeated sound. "You drive me insane, you know that?" His hand curls around yours—tight, warm. "But if I had to compose only one piece for the rest of my eternity…" He lifts your joined hands—bringing your fingers to his lips.

A kiss. Soft. Fleeting. "It would be for you."

"Happy Valentine’s Day, liebling."

And in that moment, you realize—Mozart does not need words. Because his love is already a melody, written in every note, every glance, every touch. And it is yours.

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「Valentine special Promot ♕」

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「Welcome, My Dearest Darlings, to Our Valentine's Soirée」

Ah, my lovely little phantoms, my sweet nocturnal butterflies—how delightful it is to see you here once more. Have you come seeking whispers of romance, the brush of poetic tragedy, or perhaps a touch of chaos wrapped in a satin ribbon? Rest assured, you have arrived precisely where you need to be.

As the world prepares to drown itself in a saccharine haze of pink confections and trembling confessions, I invite you into the velvet-lined corridors of imagination. Here, love is not merely celebrated—it is dissected, adorned, and sometimes twisted into something far more exquisite than mere mortal hearts can bear.

In honor of this most curious holiday, I shall bestow upon you a rare kindness. For this Valentine’s Day special, I will indulge your whims with at least four suitors per request. A generous offer, wouldn’t you agree? But do not mistake my benevolence for weakness—I do this not out of sentimentality, but because I so enjoy watching love bloom… or unravel.

Now then, the chosen ones who shall grace this grand spectacle:

Ikemen Villains

Ikemen Vampire

Ikemen Prince

Love and Deepspace

Diabolik Lovers

Obey Me!

Visual Prison

Kamigami no Asobi

Choose wisely, my darling readers, and let us weave together a tale worthy of the gods—or demons—who watch from the shadows.

「But before we begin, my precious doves, there are rules.」

While I indulge in weaving tales that brush against the darker, more tantalizing edges of love, there are lines that even I will not cross. I expect you to respect them as I do.

That being said, there are strict guidelines I must uphold in order to maintain the integrity of this space. While this blog may delve into the more shadowed recesses of creativity, it remains bound by a sense of professionalism and respect.

❌ I will categorically reject any requests that involve:

Encouragement of hate or discrimination, whether subtle or overt, in tone or context.

Any content related to child pornography, the exploitation of minors, or any form of violence—verbal or non-verbal—directed at minors. Relationships between minors and adults, grooming, or any depiction of minors in inappropriate or harmful contexts will be immediately dismissed.

The glorification of extreme fetishes such as vore, necrophilia, and pedophilia. (I don’t do that shit, okay☺.)

Now that we have ensured our sanctuary remains both enchanting and untainted, let us step forward into the grand spectacle of Valentine’s Day. Below, I present a carefully curated selection of prompts—each a doorway to a different kind of love story, some sweet, some tragic, and others teetering deliciously on the edge of disaster.

Choose wisely, my darlings, and let us paint this Valentine’s with ink as dark as night and hearts as red as roses.

🖋️ List of Valentine's Prompts:

How Do Suitors Celebrate Valentine's Day with You? – From grand gestures to quiet moments, how do they show their love?

Love Letters from (Suitor). – What words would they pour onto the page when no one is watching?

Suitors as Classic Romantic Poems. – If love were ink, what verses would they embody?

Valentine's Day Disaster Scenarios. – Sometimes, love is a beautiful mess.

Suitors & Their Ideal Valentine's Day Gifts. – What do they long to receive? What do they long to give?

First vs. Worst Valentine's Day with Suitors. – Ah, the contrast between trembling beginnings and catastrophic missteps.

How Suitors React to Receiving a Valentine from You. – Watch them unravel under the weight of affection.

Chocolate-Making with Suitors: A Recipe for Disaster. – Sweetness, chaos, and maybe a little too much fire.

Suitors' Reactions to Someone Else Flirting with You on Valentine's Day. – Envy, amusement, or barely restrained possessiveness?

Yandere Suitors + Their Valentine's Day Dream Scenario vs. Reality. – Do their grand dreams meet reality, or does fate have other plans?

Now, my dear ones, tell me—which path shall we tread first? ♡♕

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Ikemen Villain (Ellis, Jude and Liams) As Your Yandere Boyfriend (Headcanons). Part 2.

 Header Credit: Ikemen Series

Pairing: Multi Scenario x gender neutral!Reader. 

Tags : Villain x reader, Obsessive Yandere, Dark Romance, Psychological Control, Manipulation, Obsession, Possessive Love, TwistedLove, Emotional Manipulation, Caged Affection, Powerful Yandere.

Warning : Mention of Psychological Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Isolation, Yandere Themes (Obsessive/Possessive Love), Power Imbalance, Subtle Threats & Contro, Destruction of Relationships (Friends/Family), Ruined Reputation/Career Sabotage, Unescapable Love (Caged Romance), Dubious Freedom.

A/N : For today there will be no Quotes, but I have different plans, including creating several headcanons (hc), which I have postponed for almost several months due to several obstacles that have prevented me from completing them. The following is my interpretation of what I believe Ellis, Jude and Liam would say and act, and I kindly apologize if it does not align perfectly with the character or if you have a different understanding. Please bear in mind that it is intended purely for entertainment purposes and should not be taken to heart.

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Ellis Twilight

As a Yandere Boyfriend: The Bloodstained Angel of Devotion

Ellis Twilight’s love is beautifully twisted, suffocatingly pure, and terrifyingly unwavering. He loves you the way a devoted dog worships its master—with absolute, all-consuming adoration—but if anyone dares to threaten his happiness with you, he will rip them apart with the feral brutality of a wild beast.

To him, you are his entire world, the only warmth in the cold, dark reality he lives in. And he will do anything—anything—to keep you by his side. He’s not calculating like Roger or manipulative like Victor; he’s much simpler, more instinctual. He loves you, and that means no one else is allowed to have you.

His love is childlike in its purity yet monstrous in its intensity—sweet words spoken with bloodstained hands, warm embraces while bodies grow cold beneath his feet.

✨ The Good Side: A Love That Feels Like Heaven

Ellis, at first glance, is the perfect boyfriend—gentle, affectionate, always eager to please. His love feels like the kind of devotion people dream of—but only because you don’t yet see the darkness lurking beneath.

Devoted & Loyal to an Unsettling Degree

Ellis is obsessed with you in a way that is both endearing and terrifying. His every thought, every action, every breath is centered around you.

He remembers everything about you—what makes you happy, what makes you sad, what foods you like, what colors you prefer—and he uses this knowledge to make you dependent on him.

"I love you so much… You know that, right? Say it back. Tell me you love me, too."

Affectionate & Clingy (Like a Puppy… a Very Dangerous Puppy)

Ellis thrives on physical affection. He constantly needs to touch you, hold you, be near you—as if making sure you won’t disappear.

If you pull away, even for a moment, his expression shifts—his usual bright eyes darken with something unreadable, something dangerous.

"Where are you going? You don’t need anyone else, right? I’m the only one who truly loves you…"

Childlike Excitement in Love

Ellis treats love like a fairytale, and you are his beloved prince(ss). He showers you with gifts—sometimes beautiful, sometimes strange, sometimes deeply disturbing (a lock of hair from someone who looked at you too long, a bloodstained handkerchief from a fight he "took care of").

"I brought you something! Do you like it? It’s special—just like you~"

 

❌ The Bad Side: The Angel Who Would Kill for You

Ellis does not handle separation, disobedience, or betrayal well. In his mind, you belong to him, and if you ever try to leave, he will break apart like a shattered doll—taking the world down with him.

 No One Else Is Allowed to Have You

If someone flirts with you, looks at you the wrong way, or tries to take you away, they simply… disappear.

Sometimes, it’s an accident—maybe they fall down the stairs, maybe they go missing, maybe their body is found in an alleyway, unrecognizable. Other times, Ellis makes sure you see his work, just to remind you how much he loves you.

"You don’t have to worry about them anymore, love. I took care of it. Now you’re safe with me."

Desperation Leads to Dangerous Acts

If you try to leave, Ellis will beg, sob, plead—but if that doesn’t work, his instincts take over.

Maybe he locks you in a room, holds you tight even as you struggle, whispering over and over how much he loves you, how much he needs you.

"No, no, no…! You don’t mean it! You love me! You said you’d stay forever! So why…? Why are you trying to leave me?!"

Extreme Emotional Dependence

Ellis lives for you, and if you ever reject him, he breaks. His usual smile disappears, replaced by a hollow emptiness, a desperate madness.

He won’t hurt you—he could never hurt you—but he might hurt himself instead, just to make you stay.

"If you leave… I don’t think I’ll be able to live without you."

💔 The Love That Chains You Forever

Ellis Twilight’s love is beautiful, obsessive, and terrifyingly unconditional. He loves you with every fiber of his being, with every ounce of his soul. And no matter what happens—he will never let you go.

Because to him, there is no life without you.

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Jude Jasser

As a Yandere Boyfriend: The Smiling Phantom That Haunts You

Jude Jasser is not a man who loves softly or kindly. He is not the type to whisper sweet nothings in the dead of night, nor is he the kind to beg for your affection. No, his love is a silent noose tightening around your throat, a game of cat and mouse where you never even realized you were the prey.

To the world, Jude is nothing more than a shadow—a ghost of a man who slips in and out of reality as easily as a whisper fades into the wind. But for you? For you, he is always there, lurking in the unseen spaces of your life, pulling strings so delicately that you never even realize you’ve been ensnared.

And make no mistake—you are ensnared.

You were his the moment he decided to love you.

It doesn’t matter if you resist. It doesn’t matter if you fight. Jude has already won.

 

✨ The Good Side: A Love That Feels Like an Elegant Illusion

At first, Jude doesn’t seem like the type to be obsessed. He doesn’t smother you, doesn’t hover. Instead, he watches, letting you think you are free, that you have control. His love is quiet, insidious, and so perfectly crafted that you never realize how deeply entangled you’ve become.

And by the time you do, it’s far too late.

The Ghost That Protects You

Jude never lets harm come to you—not because he shields you openly, but because the threats disappear before you even know they existed.

That dangerous man following you on the street? He’ll never be found.

That colleague who whispered about you behind your back? Their reputation is mysteriously ruined.

“What a shame. I almost feel bad for them… Almost.”

A Love That Feels Like an Addiction

Being loved by Jude is intoxicating.

He never gives you his full attention right away—just enough to leave you wanting more, just enough to make you search for him, think about him, need him.

When he finally does turn his full attention to you, it feels like being drowned in an overwhelming, consuming, dizzying affection—and suddenly, you can’t imagine life without him.

“You miss me, don’t you? …You don’t have to answer. I already know.”

Possessive Yet Playful

Jude is never outright jealous—not at first. Instead, he teases you, plays with your boundaries, watches as you slowly begin to rely on him more and more.

But the moment someone gets too close?

“You’re cute when you think you have a choice. But we both know you’re already mine.”

 

❌ The Bad Side: The Cage You Never Saw Until It Closed

Jude doesn’t need to threaten you, doesn’t need to lock you away. Instead, he makes sure that every road except the one leading to him is destroyed.

If you ever try to run, you’ll find that there is nowhere left to go.

A Web of Lies & Control

You will never know the full extent of his manipulation, because Jude is a master of deception.

He lets you believe you are making your own choices, lets you think you have freedom—only to ensure that every decision you make is exactly what he wanted all along.

If someone tries to warn you about him, suddenly their credibility is ruined. If you start to doubt him, strange accidents happen around those doubts.

“You should really be more careful about who you trust. Not everyone has your best interests at heart, you know.”

An Unseen Executioner

If someone dares to take what’s his, they do not live to regret it.

But Jude is no brute, no mindless killer. He does not leave bodies in the streets, does not taint his own hands with blood. Instead, he makes sure that it all looks like a coincidence, a misfortune, a stroke of bad luck.

And when you ask about them? He simply shrugs, smirks, and watches you squirm under the weight of your own suspicions.

“Strange, isn’t it? It’s almost as if the world is cleaning up all your problems for you."

Escape Is a Fantasy, Not an Option

If you ever try to leave, Jude does not stop you.

Instead, he lets you go, watching with an amused smile as you struggle to navigate the wreckage of your ruined life.

Because without him, you have nothing left.

And when you inevitably come crawling back—broken, desperate, afraid—he welcomes you home with open arms and a knowing smirk.

“Oh, . Did you really think you could live without me?”

The Love That Twists Your Own Mind

Jude never needs to force you to stay—instead, he makes sure that you don’t even want to leave.

Every time you start to question him, he gaslights you with a soft smile, a quiet chuckle, a gentle brush of his fingers against your cheek.

“Now, now. Let’s not get carried away with silly thoughts, hm?”

💔 The Love That Devours You Whole

Jude Jasser’s love is not loud, not obvious, not something you can fight against directly. Instead, it is a slow, suffocating descent into an inescapable hell of devotion.

By the time you realize what he’s done to you—that you are his, that you will always be his—you will already be too far gone to fight back.

Because in the end, you will come to love him just as much as he loves you.

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Liam Evans

As a Yandere Boyfriend: The Gentleman with Shackles Hidden in His Smile

Liam Evans is a man who loves with grace, devotion, and an almost suffocating intensity. On the surface, he is the perfect gentleman—polite, considerate, and endlessly patient. His love feels like a warm embrace on a cold night, like an unwavering pillar of support that never falters.

But beneath that charming, easygoing exterior lies a deeply obsessive man. Liam does not rage, threaten, or act out impulsively—he does not need to. Instead, he weaves a world where you cannot live without him. Every gentle touch, every indulgent smile, every whispered reassurance—they are chains disguised as kindness.

Liam’s love is a prison. A beautiful, gilded prison that you will not even realize you are trapped inside… until it’s far too late.

✨ The Good Side: A Love That Feels Like Heaven

Falling for Liam feels effortless. He is attentive, caring, endlessly devoted—the kind of man who seems to know exactly what you need before you even say it.

Devoted to You, Body and Soul

Liam is the type of lover who remembers every little detail about you—your favorite foods, the way you fidget when you’re nervous, the exact shade of your eyes under the moonlight.

He anticipates your needs before you even realize them, making you feel truly understood and cherished.

“You looked tired, love. I had your favorite tea prepared—go on, drink. It’ll make you feel better.”

Overwhelmingly Affectionate

Liam is constantly touching you—whether it’s brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, or wrapping his arms around you while whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

He treats you like something fragile, something precious, something meant to be adored and protected at all costs.

“You belong right here, in my arms. Nowhere else. You understand that, don’t you?”

A Safe Haven in a Cruel World

Liam presents himself as your sanctuary, your refuge—the only person in this dangerous, ruthless world who truly understands you.

Whenever you face hardships, he is there with a comforting embrace, a reassuring voice, a reminder that you never need to suffer alone.

“You don’t have to worry about anything anymore. I’ll take care of everything for you.”

A Man Who Would Give You the World

Liam is generous to a dangerous degree.

He spoils you with lavish gifts, rare treasures, even things you never thought to ask for—all to make you feel indebted to him.

“Anything you want, anything you need… just say the word, and it’s yours.”

❌ The Bad Side: The Cage with No Key

Liam’s love is not something you can escape. He does not let go—ever. If you try to resist, he simply tightens his grip, softly, sweetly, mercilessly, until you realize that fighting is useless.

 A Master of Manipulation

Liam is not aggressive, not violent, not overtly cruel—he doesn’t need to be. Instead, he twists reality itself, making you doubt your own thoughts, your own fears, your own desires.

“You don’t really want to leave, do you? No… you’re just confused. It’s alright—I’ll help you see the truth.”

 Isolation Disguised as Love

At first, it seems harmless—small, reasonable requests.

“That friend of yours… I don’t trust them. Wouldn’t it be better if you stopped seeing them?”

“You don’t need to work so hard. Let me take care of everything for you.”

Before you know it, you’ve lost contact with your friends, your independence, your ability to function without him.

“Why would you need anyone else when you have me?”

 Escape Is an Illusion

If you try to leave, Liam doesn’t get angry. He simply smiles, shakes his head, and gently reminds you that there is no way out.

Your reputation? Ruined.

Your finances? Gone.

Your connections? Erased.

“You’re free to leave, my love… but where would you go? Who would take you in? Who would love you like I do?”

 The Gentle Threat of Violence

Liam is not violent—until he needs to be. He does not hurt you directly, but he lets you see the consequences of defying him.

The way he idly plays with a knife while speaking. The way someone who angered him before disappears without a trace. The way his smile never quite reaches his eyes when you test his patience.

“Don’t make me do something we’ll both regret, darling.”

💔 The Love That Never Lets You Go

Liam Evans loves you too much, too deeply, too completely. He would rather destroy the entire world than allow you to slip from his grasp.

You are his. Forever.

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Ikemen Villain (Williams, Victor and Roger) As Your Yandere Boyfriend (Headcanons). Part 1.

Header Credit: Ikemen Series

Pairing: Multi Scenario x gender neutral!Reader. 

Tags : Villain x reader, Obsessive Yandere, Dark Romance, Psychological Control, Manipulation, Obsession, Possessive Love, TwistedLove, Emotional Manipulation, Caged Affection, Powerful Yandere.

Warning : Mention of Psychological Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Isolation, Yandere Themes (Obsessive/Possessive Love), Power Imbalance, Subtle Threats & Contro, Destruction of Relationships (Friends/Family), Ruined Reputation/Career Sabotage, Unescapable Love (Caged Romance), Dubious Freedom.

A/N : For today there will be no Quotes, but I have different plans, including creating several headcanons (hc), which I have postponed for almost several months due to several obstacles that have prevented me from completing them. The following is my interpretation of what I believe Williams, Victor and Roger would say and act, and I kindly apologize if it does not align perfectly with the character or if you have a different understanding. Please bear in mind that it is intended purely for entertainment purposes and should not be taken to heart.

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Wiliam Rex

As a Yandere Boyfriend: The Golden Cage of Obsession

William Rex is not the kind of yandere who lashes out violently or traps you in chains. He doesn’t need to. His love is far more refined, more intoxicating—a slow-burning poison that seeps into your life until escape is nothing more than a distant fantasy. On the surface, he is a dream: a perfect lover, a devoted partner, a man of wealth and status who showers you with love and affection. But beneath that elegant exterior lies something far more sinister. His love is not a gift—it is a gilded cage.

He doesn’t just want you. He wants to own you, to shape you into the perfect lover that exists only for him. And if that means bending reality itself to make sure you stay, then so be it.

✨ The Good Side: A Love That Feels Like a Dream

At first glance, William is every woman’s fantasy—a charismatic, powerful man who treats his lover like royalty. He has a way of making you feel as though you are the center of the universe, the only one who truly matters to him. And in many ways, he believes it. His devotion to you is absolute, his love unwavering.

Devoted & Protective

William ensures you are never in danger—not from others, not from the world, and certainly not from yourself. If anyone dares to hurt you, even in the slightest way, they will find their lives unraveling overnight.

He tells you that with him, you will never have to suffer. “You are mine, my love. And I protect what belongs to me.”

He is always watching, always ensuring that nothing disturbs your perfect little life. Even if you don’t see him, his influence lingers in every shadow, keeping threats at bay before you even know they exist.

Luxurious & Romantic

He spoils you endlessly—gowns tailored from the finest silks, extravagant jewelry, private dinners in candlelit mansions. If you so much as glance at something with interest, it will be delivered to your doorstep the next morning.

Every moment with him feels like a fairytale. He will dance with you under the stars, whisper sweet nothings against your skin, remind you again and again that no one could ever love you as much as he does.

“Why settle for mediocrity, dear? You were meant to be adored.”

Charismatic & Gentle (At First)

Unlike more aggressive yanderes, William plays the long game. He doesn’t trap you outright—he makes you want to stay. He builds a world where leaving feels like the worst decision you could make.

His charm is effortless, his presence intoxicating. Even if you suspect his intentions, even if something feels wrong, you can’t help but be drawn back in.

His touch is always soft, his voice always smooth. He never raises his hand, never forces you outright. After all, why would he need to when he can make you choose him over and over again?

❌ The Bad Side: The Inescapable Tyrant

But love, in William’s eyes, is not something to be shared freely. It is something to be controlled. What starts as gentle affection slowly tightens into an unbreakable hold, suffocating in ways you don’t even realize until it’s too late.

Possessive & Overbearing

William does not tolerate the idea of sharing you—not with friends, not with family, not with anyone. He doesn’t demand that you cut ties outright, but slowly, subtly, he makes it clear that you don’t need anyone but him.

Friends begin to drift away, business partners start avoiding you. Every attempt to seek comfort elsewhere is met with quiet, calculated sabotage.

“They don’t understand you like I do. They don’t deserve you.”

Manipulative & Gaslighting

If you ever question his actions, he will twist reality so smoothly that you start doubting your own mind.

“Oh, my love, why would I ever do such a thing? Are you feeling unwell? Perhaps you should rest—come, let me hold you.”

He makes you question your own thoughts. If you try to leave, he will paint a picture of a world that is cruel and unforgiving, convincing you that without him, you are nothing.

Any resistance is met with a knowing smirk, as if he is merely waiting for you to realize the inevitable: that no matter how far you run, you will always return to him.

No Escape—Only the Illusion of Freedom

Unlike more violent yanderes, William doesn’t need to lock you up. He simply ensures that every path leads back to him.

If you try to run, you will find that every door is closed, every ally suddenly distant. If you manage to escape, he won’t chase after you—he will simply wait for the world to break you.

“You are free to leave, darling. But do you truly believe you’ll be happier without me?”

And when you do come back—tired, broken, desperate—he will welcome you with open arms, as if he had known all along that you would return.

Ruthless & Unforgiving

If anyone dares to take you away from him, they are dealt with swiftly and cruelly. Careers are destroyed, fortunes lost, reputations shattered.

He never dirties his hands—there’s no need. A single whisper from him is enough to ruin a person’s life.

And if you betray him? If you ever try to love another? His punishment will not be physical, but it will be absolute. “Tsk. A shame, really. I had hoped you would understand by now.”

💔 The Inescapable Love

William Rex, as a yandere, is not a man who simply wants you—he is a man who owns you. He does not resort to chains or threats; instead, he weaves a web so intricate that you do not even realize you are trapped until it is too late.

He is gentle, kind, devoted—a lover who worships you with every breath. And yet, beneath that warmth lies something dark, something terrifying.

Because in his eyes, you are not just his lover.

You are his possession. His prize. His obsession.

And no matter how far you run, no matter how hard you fight— In the end, you will always belong to him.

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 Victor

As a Yandere Boyfriend: The Devil’s Unbreakable Grip

Victor may appear to be a gentleman on the surface—charming, elegant, and endlessly patient—but beneath that polished exterior lurks a ruthless, possessive nature that refuses to let go of what he deems his. His love is a deadly game of chess, where every move is carefully calculated, every outcome already decided. He doesn’t need to resort to wild obsession or desperate pleading; instead, he ensures that you have no choice but to love him back.

Unlike a yandere who rages or lashes out, Victor’s obsession is as cold and inescapable as iron chains wrapped around your soul. He is a master manipulator, a devil in silk gloves, whispering sweet words even as he ensures you can never leave him.

✨ The Good Side: The Devil’s Gentle Embrace

Victor is a man who knows exactly how to love you in a way that makes you dependent on him. His affection is overwhelming, intoxicating—you may not even realize the moment he begins to consume you whole.

Devoted & Protective

There is nothing Victor wouldn’t do for you. You are his queen, his goddess, the one thing in his life that he will not lose.

If someone so much as dares to disrespect you, they will soon find their lives ruined beyond repair. He does not threaten. He does not raise his voice. He simply destroys.

“A person who does not value you is not worth existing, my love. Don’t trouble yourself over them—I’ll make sure they never bother you again.”

Luxurious & Indulgent

Victor ensures that your life is filled with nothing but pleasure and comfort. The finest clothes, the most extravagant jewelry, nights in candlelit ballrooms—everything he gives you is designed to make you feel like royalty.

If you even glance at something with interest, he will acquire it before you can even ask.

“You deserve only the finest, my dear. And I have every intention of spoiling you until you can never live without me.”

Patient & Manipulative (But in a Way That Feels Like Love)

Victor never forces you into anything. Instead, he guides you, shaping your thoughts so subtly that you believe every decision is your own.

He will never raise his voice or act cruelly—not outright. Instead, if you displease him, he will simply act disappointed, as if your actions have hurt him more than words ever could.

“Is that what you truly want, darling? To see me suffer? I never imagined you could be so cruel…”

❌ The Bad Side: The Devil in Silk Gloves

Victor does not love like an ordinary man. His love is an unbreakable contract, a cage woven with velvet and gold. Even if you try to resist, you will find that every escape route has already been sealed.

Possessive & Controlling

Victor does not share. He does not ask for your loyalty—he expects it. Any hint of rebellion is met with gentle, terrifying correction.

He does not demand that you cut people off. Instead, he ensures that they leave on their own. Friends become distant, family becomes unreliable, and the only person left to turn to is him.

“You see, my love, they were never worthy of you. But I am. I always have been.”

Master of Gaslighting & Emotional Manipulation

Victor is a man who twists your thoughts until you no longer know what is real.

If you ever try to accuse him of controlling you, he will make you feel like you are the cruel one, the one who is hurting him.

“Do you truly believe I would ever harm you? Everything I do is for you. And yet, you doubt me? That wounds me more than you know, my love.”

Escape Is Not an Option

Victor is not the type to chase after you wildly if you run. Instead, he lets the world itself crush you.

Suddenly, everything goes wrong. Your finances collapse, your friends abandon you, doors that were once open are now locked. No one is willing to help you—not because they fear him, but because he has already erased any path that does not lead back to him.

And when you are tired, broken, desperate—he is there. Smiling, waiting, arms open wide.

“Come now, my dear. You always knew that there was only one place where you truly belonged.”

Subtle but Unforgiving Punishments

Victor does not hurt you—at least, not in the way you might expect. Instead, he punishes you by making you realize how much you need him.

A single mistake might earn you a day without his attention, his cold and unreadable gaze making you crave the warmth you have become addicted to.

And if you betray him? If you try to leave? You will not suffer. Instead, he will let you watch as the people you love suffer instead.

“I would never harm you, my love. But the world is cruel. And I cannot promise that it will be kind to those who try to take you from me.”

💔 The Love That Chains You

Victor does not love in a way that allows for freedom. His love is absolute, possessive, terrifyingly patient. He does not need to lock you away—because he has already ensured that you will never want to leave.

You are his queen, his goddess, his greatest obsession.

And no matter how far you try to run—you will always return to him.

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Roger Barel

As a Yandere Boyfriend: The Gentleman’s Deadly Game

Roger is the kind of yandere who never needs to raise his voice, never needs to chase after you—because by the time you realize you’re trapped, it’s already too late. He doesn’t bind you with chains or violence. No, Roger plays a longer, more sophisticated game. His love is woven from silver-tongued persuasion, playful deception, and a terrifyingly patient possessiveness that ensures you will never escape.

At first, it seems like a dream—Roger is charming, affectionate, endlessly entertaining. He makes you laugh, spoils you with gifts, and showers you with devotion. But underneath the warmth lies something far more dangerous. He doesn’t just want you. He wants every part of you—mind, body, soul—until you can never imagine life without him.

✨ The Good Side: A Love That Feels Like a Fairytale

Roger is a man who knows exactly how to love you. His affection is overwhelming, but never suffocating. He makes sure you feel cherished, protected, and utterly adored—all while ensuring that you slowly, unknowingly, become completely dependent on him.

Devoted & Attentive

Roger treats you as if you are the most precious treasure in the world. His every glance is filled with admiration, his every touch is a silent promise that he would do anything for you.

He notices everything—if you so much as frown, he’s already finding a way to make you smile again.

“You know, love, I think spoiling you might be my new favorite pastime.”

Playful & Affectionate

Roger is the kind of man who makes romance feel exciting. He flirts endlessly, always teasing, always keeping you on your toes.

His affection is intoxicating—he kisses your fingertips, whispers sweet nothings against your skin, holds you close as if he never wants to let go.

“Oh, my love, I think you’ve bewitched me. Now, what shall I do with this incurable obsession of mine?”

Protectively Possessive (In a Way That Feels Sweet at First)

Roger makes you feel safe. He always knows what to say, what to do, how to comfort you.

You never need to worry about threats or hardships—because before they can even reach you, Roger has already taken care of them.

“Come now, love. Did you really think I’d let anything happen to you?”

❌ The Bad Side: The Cage You Never Saw Coming

But Roger’s love is not something you can escape. He ensures that leaving is never an option—not through violence, but through something far more insidious.

The Mastermind Behind Your Isolation

Roger will never forbid you from seeing people. He doesn’t need to.

He simply ensures that one by one, they start to disappear from your life. Perhaps they betray you, perhaps they leave for personal reasons, or perhaps they suffer an unfortunate accident.

And when you turn to Roger, confused and lost, he simply smiles and holds you close. “Oh, love, how cruel the world is to you. But don’t worry—you still have me.”

Manipulation Wrapped in Honeyed Words

If you ever question his actions, he laughs it off, making you feel as though you’re overthinking things.

If you ever accuse him of being possessive, he pretends to be hurt, acting as if you’ve wounded him with your distrust.

“Now, now, darling. Do you really think so little of me? I only want what’s best for you.”

The Illusion of Freedom

Roger doesn’t need to lock you away—instead, he makes you feel as though you have no reason to leave.

If you try to escape, you will find that every path leads right back to him. Your career? Destroyed. Your friends? Gone. Your reputation? Ruined.

And when you return, exhausted and broken, he is there to welcome you home.

“Oh, sweetheart, I knew you’d come back. Now, let’s forget this little rebellion of yours, shall we?”

The Price of Betrayal

If you try to love someone else, they won’t be around for long. He never makes it obvious, never gets his hands dirty, but… misfortunes tend to follow those who try to take what’s his.

“Oh, how unfortunate. I told you they weren’t good enough for you, didn’t I?”

💔 The Love That Laughs as It Chains You

Roger’s love is a game you cannot win, a maze with no exit. He never raises his voice, never forces you to stay—he simply makes sure that there is no other choice.

You are his greatest prize, his most cherished possession. And no matter what you do, no matter how hard you fight—you will always belong to him.

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"Ah… so you've chosen to tread the path where love entwines with despair, where devotion is steeped in shadows. Fascinating. Tell me, dear reader, do you seek to embrace the abyss… or to be consumed by it?".. ♕

Unlike my previous blog, which indulged in the more tame and conventional, this space is carved for those who crave the forbidden, the macabre, and the beautifully twisted. A sanctuary for the dark-hearted and those drawn to the thrill of terror-laced romance. Here, we will explore the shadowed edges of desire, where pleasure and pain intertwine, and every fantasy is edged with a sinister allure. This space is reserved for adults and devoted followers of the darker side of passion—so if you dare, step into the shadows. ♕

This blog is not just a sanctuary—it’s a breeding ground for the beautifully deranged, a place where creativity festers in the dark, waiting to be unleashed. Here, inspiration doesn’t just thrive; it writhes, it consumes, it transforms. Whether the ideas slither from my mind or crawl from yours, they will find a home here, twisting into something far more sinister, far more exhilarating. So, if you dare, spill your thoughts into my DMs or sacrifice them to my Inbox. Once they enter, there’s no telling what they’ll become.. ♕

Of course, this blog will delve into a carefully curated selection of fandoms—ones that I am not only passionate about but deeply entangled with. These worlds will serve as the fertile ground where my darker musings take root, each one twisted to fit the darker edges of romance and desire. Expect to see explorations of:

Ikemen Villain

Ikemen Vampire

Ikemen Princes

Love and Deepspace

Diabolik Lover's

Obey Me!

Visual Prison

Kamigami No Asobi.

I will do my best to bring each request to life, but please understand that I can only accept requests involving 2-3 characters. Any submissions with more will, unfortunately, be declined. The darkness thrives best in intimate spaces, after all.. ♕

That being said, there are stringent guidelines I must uphold in order to maintain the integrity of this space. While this blog may delve into the darker facets of creativity, it is still bound by a sense of professionalism and respect. I will categorically reject any requests that involve:

Encouragement of hate or discrimination, whether subtle or overt, in tone or context.

Any content related to child pornography, the exploitation of minors, or any form of violence, verbal or non-verbal, directed at minors. Relationships between minors and adults, grooming, or any depiction of minors in inappropriate or harmful contexts will be immediately dismissed.

The glorification of extreme fetishes, such as vore, necrophilia, and pedophilia. (I don't do that shit, okey☺)

I trust you will respect these boundaries, as they are essential in maintaining a space that remains both creatively rich and ethically sound for all. Your understanding and cooperation are greatly appreciated. 💚

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Written by : @eternaldarknesswitch

First blog : @qualitygiverdreamer09