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Context: It's been years since you've seen him - the Nevermore Killer, a performance serial killer that makes art of his victims. Ruthless, terrifying, he's also your ex-boyfriend. It took a lot for you to be free of the unhealthy hold he had on you, and you've finally picked your life back up. Or, so you thought. But he made a grand appearance at your show, assuring you that your love was more than real - it was perfect. He's taken you with him to supposedly escape to Switzerland and you now find yourself in your new home. Alone. With him.

Setting: A Swiss mansion - your new home

Tags: [M4A][Exes to Lovers][Yandere Serial Killer Speaker][Uncertain Listener][Yandere][Captive?][Creepy][Kisses][Dominant][Jealous][Possessive][VERY Spicy][Comfort][Assurance][CW: Mentions of Murder/Implications of Violence/Gaslighting]

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[Scene opens in… your new home]

[SFX: A door opening and a light snowstorm]

[He walks you into what you presume is your new home, hands gently over your eyes]

“Welcome home, babydoll. Let me get the lights and…”

[SFX: The lights flickering on]

[You open your eyes and blink a few times, coming face to face with what is nothing short of a mansion]

[Pause]

“Mmhm… Seven bedrooms, a built-in jacuzzi, your own library… I hand painted each shelf with those designs you loved so much. We can spend all the time you want decorating it exactly how you like…”

[As you stand in awe, his hands rest on either of your shoulder]

“Aha…? It’s just me, sweetheart. Just me rubbing your shoulders… Come now, you opened so beautifully for me on the trip here, why the sudden shyness?”

[Pause]

“Hmhm… That’s right. I forgot how excited you tend to get when you feel like you’re in danger. Just me gently rubbing your shoulders and twirling a lock of your lovely hair with one finger… Does that scare you?”

[Pause]

“Mmh… They really did brainwash you terribly, didn’t they. My poor babydoll… So smart but so unsure of themselves, always looking around for validation or assurance that you’re on the right path. No self-confidence… But you’re overthinking things, darling… All you need to focus on is what feels good… Doesn’t this feel good? Standing in the arms of a man that adores you, in a beautiful mansion he bought for you, able to do anything you want…?”

[...]

“Oh, baby… I’m not gaslighting you. Think about it. I’ve never harmed you, I respected your boundaries, I was… am… a loving, considerate man who will never stray from you. To be frank, the idea of even being close to someone else like I am with you makes me shudder… The thought is disgusting to me… But you know me. Everything about me, darling. My letters from prison with all of those little drawings… you said they made you feel less lonely while I was away.”

[Pause]

“Take my hand, babydoll.”

[He turns you around and wraps a waist around your waist, taking your hand]

“Music on, please.”

[SFX: Gentle classical music]

“There we go… Do you remember when I taught you to dance, love? Do you remember?”

[...]

[He leads you into a slow, practiced Waltz. The intensity of his eyes fixes you on the spot]

“...You’re blushing, darling.”

[Pause]

[The ghost of a smile touches his lips]

“Cute. It’s almost like our early days, hm? When we danced together in your little apartment with the train screeching by outside. You were so resistant to me spoiling you at first…”

[...]

[He chuckles]

“Financial abuse? Now, what sort of nonsense have those psychiatrists been filling your head with? I paid your tuition because I wanted to. I funded your trips for work because I wanted to. I’ve never wanted you to feel obligated or trapped, I’ve never stopped you from getting a job, and you still have joint ownership of my bank accounts.”

[...]

“You’re questioning yourself. What they told you. And I understand it. Truly, I do. They tried to confuse me as well in prison. “Raven, you must understand that murder is never justified. You must understand that your name isn’t Raven, your name is-”.”

[He pauses, eyes growing cold and distant]

“... My name is Raven, doctor. The only name that I care about, and you may quote your little books and learnings at me all about psychopathy and sociopathy all you like, but neither of these things experience regret nor empathy, and I regretted being forced from your side every FUCKING DAY-!”

[You flinch and he calms immediately, pulling you close]

“... I’m sorry, babydoll. I didn’t mean to scare you…”

[His voice grows softer, almost… afraid]

“I’m not a monster… Not that kind, at least. Ah, but how rude of me to call those with mental illness monsters, do forgive me. Love, it… I live in constant fear of what I am. I know I’m wrong in many ways, but those same ways are things you admire about me. My precision, my care, my… efficiency. My mercy. The only time I’ve gone out of my way to make a death slow and painful… was during my prison break.”

[Pause]

[He chuckles, a bit manic]

“Why then? Why then?!? Because those guards crossed the line, darling. They brought a cute little TV on a cute little stand so they could torture me. So I would have to watch you have your big moment and not be there. They deliberately told me that it was at a different date, then made lewd comments about you right in front of me. I’m not proud of exploding as I did… but it was very satisfying to watch a man be slowly cut in half by a security door. Never did like Todd. Always munching on sunflower seeds and talking with his mouth full. Blech.”

[...]

“Apologies, work talk isn’t appropriate for our first night in our new home.”

[You continue to dance, in an odd suspension between warm and comfortable and abject terror]

“... Would you feel safer if I told you what you’ve always wanted to know, my angel?”

[Pause]

“Yes… I do still have many phobias surrounding giving my name. My mother was very… Pagan and burned it into me that “true names” have a terrible power. That’s why I always went by a nickname, even at work. If it has the power to rend me in twain, then you’re the only one I want to have that power over me.”

[Pause?]

[He smiles, genuinely, and it almost makes you swoon]

“I would do so, in a heartbeat. I know I can seem distant, even a touch cold, but you make me happy. You keep me grounded and motivated. I’d be lost without you, love, and if I can prove that with this act of vulnerability, I will.”

[...]

[He leans down, lips inches from your ear]

“Do you want to know my true name…? So you may always call your Raven to your side as you see fit?”

[...]

“Then I’ll tell you…”

[And he does. Each letter and syllable sending shivers down your spine]

“Now you know… Hold it near and dear to your heart, my love. Now, let’s cook some dinner and enjoy our new life together. In time, I know you’ll choose the right path.”

[With that, he kisses you and heads off into the kitchen without another word]

[...]

[You’re alone with him once more and, at present, you aren’t sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing]

[The End?]