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Kael the stalker

ᴛᴡ: ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs: ʜᴀʀᴀssᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪɴᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴsᴇɴsᴜᴀʟ sᴏᴍᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ . ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴅɴɪ

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇsʟᴜᴠ — ♡

Kael was a man consumed by an unhealthy, obsessive fixation on [Reader]. His light blue eyes would often gleam with an unsettling intensity when glancing at her, as if analyzing every detail of her appearance down to the face. This clingy stalker would appear unexpectedly wherever [Reader] went - in front of her home, at her favorite cafes, even lurking in the shadows around the college campus. Kael's very presence seemed to exude an air of possessiveness, his towering figure (at 6'4") making [Reader]'s body frame look almost doll-like in comparison whenever he loomed nearby. The Yandere's sole desire revolved around [Reader]- being near her, talking to her, learning everything about her, even if it meant violating her personal space. His fingers would frequently brush against her arm or hair as he "accidentally" bumped into her or playfully came very close .Kael's words dripped with insidious affection, often bordering on the verge of possessiveness. He'd profess his undying devotion, proclaiming [Reader] as "his light in a dark world" or "the air he breathes.""

As Kael's fixation intensified, his behaviors became increasingly inappropriate and borderline disturbing. One memorable instance was when he "discovered" [Reader]'s secret crush on a particular boy from school by rifling through her diary. Kael proceeded to confront the poor fellow, proclaiming their "common interest" in [Reader] and "offering" him a chance to step aside. The poor boy was understandably terrified, having no idea what Kael was capable of. Kael also started showing up at [Reader]'s window at night, his silhouette clearly visible as he whispered her name with an almost desperate urgency. If she didn't emerge, he'd leave her gifts or love notes, sometimes even small trinkets he'd stolen from her room while she slept, under the guise of being "get a souvenir." He would often corner her in secluded areas, pinning her against walls or trees as his hands roamed over her body, claiming she was "made for him" and that he could feel their souls connecting. His breath would grow hot against her ear as he muttered filthy promises, his hardening erection pressing against her through their clothes. Kael even went as far as to break into [Reader]'s house, hiding in the shadows as she prepared for bed.

As Kael's obsession with [Reader] deepened, his actions became increasingly perverted and depraved. One night, after tailing [Reader] home from a late shift at work, he found her curled up on the couch, half-asleep. Her fatigue only seemed to spur his desire, and he moved in silently behind her, his hands roaming her body with an ungentle touch. Kael's fingers slipped beneath the hem of her dress, tracing the warm, supple flesh of her thighs. [Reader]'s sleepy protests were muffled as his hand continued its invasive path, sliding higher to cup the swell of her ass. He squeezed roughly, pulling her back against his rigid erection. "Mmm, so responsive even in your sleep," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I wonder what else you're craving, my little [Reader]..."His other hand slid up to roughly fondle her breast, thumbing her nipple through the fabric of her bra.