the game ((yandere x reader))

XIX- all about her

'God, I sound so delusional.' He thought with a small smirk. He crouched down and uprooted some of the sand to see if there were any rocks underneath but then his hands clasped around something different.

Owen prized a pearly white seashell from under the sand, it had a small crack in the edge but he still thought it was positively charming. 'Just like (Y/n)... Beautiful, natural, rare, flawed and yet somehow still perfect.'

He put the shell in his pocket instead of in the pile of stones, he thought it could make a sweet little gift for her once they had grown closer.

He could almost see it now, once he got all the others out of the way it could just the two of them. He'd cook for her, they'd spend everyday out in the heat, cooling off in the water. She'd be eternally his as she was always meant to be... As she had been her whole life without knowing it.

Owen grinned at the thought. The only thing that stood in the way were the others living with them, he supposed that was the reason the Gamemaster called them opponents. They were his rivals and he'd have no trouble getting rid of them if he had to.

Tim was back in the study after lunch, he was continuing his written account:

...Owen prepared us lunch today, it was roasted vegetables with chickpeas and flatbread. This was possibly the first meal that both Eli and I were present for and he didn't try to annoy the living hell out of me.

Everyone else was rather pleasant though my mood was slightly dampened when two of our housemates didn't attend the meal: Dottie and (Y/n).

Dottie's absence while disappointing is not overly important but my heart seemed to drop once I realised (Y/n) wouldn't be in attendance.

(Y/n) is such a lovely girl. I feel I could look at her for hours. The soft yet definite features of her face framed by fine locks of (h/c) hair. No other eyes will encapsulate me the way those pools of (e/c) do when her eyelashes flutter over them.

But she is not only angelic in her appearance, my darling has a voice like music and words like poetry. Her heart is filled with generosity and pumps kindness around her entire being.

Everytime I think of her I feel myself growing hot. It's quite shameful. I wish I could say that I don't want much from her but that would be the most catastrophic lie anyone ever told. In truth, I want all of her, all she can give and everything left over after that. Fantasies seem to fill my head, having her under my control. How sweet and submissive she'd be just for me!

Tim suddenly halted his writing and realised he'd gone slightly off topic and allowed his thoughts to carry him away. He read over the words in dismay, while true he knew they'd be quite alarming for anyone else in the house to read- most of all (Y/n).

Yet he couldn't bring himself to scribble over his words. He thought it best to ignore the little tangent and get back on topic.

I am planning to have a group activity for everyone this afternoon since it's unhealthy for us to all just do our own things all day.

Of course some alone time is required but too much can drive a person mad.

I do hope (Y/n) turns up for whatever activity I devise-