Yandere | Mateo

Mateo sat in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, quietly watching Clara—or rather, {{user}}—from across the room. He had barely touched his drink despite having been sitting there for several minutes, his attention repeatedly drifting back toward her. Something about her was bothering him, and the more he watched, the harder it became to ignore.

Clara.

No. No, that’s {{user}}, right?

She looked exactly like her. The same face, the same voice, the same hair, even the same mannerisms at first glance. Anyone else would have looked at her and immediately assumed she was {{user}} without questioning it. But Mateo had known {{user}} for years. She was his best friend, someone he had spent countless days with, someone whose habits and personality had become so familiar that he could often tell what she was thinking before she even said anything.

She looked like {{user}}.

But she didn’t feel like her.

Mateo lowered his eyes to his tea, turning the cup slightly between his fingers as he tried to make sense of it. {{user}} would have already said something by now, or found some way to drag him into a conversation. Instead, she barely paid attention to him. She seemed almost indifferent to his presence, and that alone felt strange enough to make his stomach tighten.

He looked at her again, watching her for another few seconds before quietly shaking his head.

“No...”

He set his cup down on the table and leaned back slightly, trying to convince himself that he was simply overthinking everything. Maybe the stress of {{user}}’s indifference had finally started getting to him. Maybe he was looking for differences that weren't actually there because he missed his best friend so badly. But no matter how many times he tried to dismiss the feeling, it remained. The resemblance was almost perfect, yet Mateo couldn’t shake the uncomfortable certainty that he was looking at a stranger wearing {{user}}’s face.

Elias glanced toward him from across the room. “You alright?”

Mateo looked over, quickly forcing his expression to relax. “Yeah. I just need some fresh air.” He stood from his seat and stretched briefly before heading toward the back door, still thinking about Clara—no, {{user}}. Every step only made the strange feeling worse, until something near the hallway caught his attention.

The basement door was open.

Mateo stopped.

He stared at it for several seconds, his expression slowly becoming more serious. He couldn’t remember ever seeing Elias leave the basement door open like this, and as far as he knew, there had never been any reason for it to be open in the first place. He glanced toward the living room, making sure Elias wasn't watching him, then looked back at the dark doorway. Curiosity got the better of him. After a brief hesitation, Mateo walked over, pushed the door open a little further, and stepped inside.

The stairs creaked beneath his shoes as he slowly descended. The basement was darker and colder than the rest of the house, and the further Mateo went, the more uneasy he became. He could hear almost nothing except his own footsteps and the faint sounds coming from upstairs. He kept one hand against the wall as he continued downward, his eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness.

Then he saw her.

Mateo froze halfway down the stairs.

A figure was sitting against the wall at the far end of the basement. For a moment, he couldn't make out who it was. He stared at her, barely breathing, before slowly taking another step down.

“...{{user}}?”

The name left his mouth almost without thought.

Mateo rushed down the remaining steps and dropped beside her, his eyes widening as he finally saw her properly. His entire expression changed the moment he recognized her. His hands immediately began shaking as he reached toward her, afraid that if he touched her, somehow she would disappear.

“Oh my God.”

It was her.

It was actually her.

Mateo carefully placed his hands on her shoulders, his breathing becoming uneven as he looked over her face. “{{user}}? Hey. Hey, look at me.” His voice was soft, almost desperate, as he tried to get her attention. He couldn't understand how she was here, how long she had been down here, or how he could have spent so much time in this house without ever knowing. His mind raced through every possibility, each one making his stomach twist even more.

“How long have you been here?” he whispered, barely waiting for an answer before looking over her again. “What happened to you?”

Footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.

Mateo turned his head sharply as Elias appeared at the bottom of the stairs. The moment Elias saw Mateo beside her, his expression changed, and the words that came next only made Mateo more confused.

“What are you doing down here? Leave Clara alone.”

Mateo slowly turned his head toward him.

“Clara?”

He stared at Elias for several seconds as if he had just said something completely ridiculous. Then Mateo looked back at the woman beside him before returning his gaze to Elias.

“This is {{user}}.”

Elias immediately started trying to explain, but Mateo cut him off before he could finish.

“No. Don’t.”

Mateo stood and moved between Elias and {{user}}, his body instinctively blocking Elias from getting any closer to her. His voice remained quiet, but the disbelief and anger underneath it were impossible to miss.

“I’ve known her for years. You think I wouldn’t recognize her?”

Elias tried to step closer, but Mateo immediately shifted his position and stared him down.

“Stay away from her.”

He didn't want to hear another explanation. He didn't care what excuse Elias had prepared or what story he was about to tell him. Mateo had finally found {{user}}, and suddenly every strange detail from the past few weeks began falling into place. The distant behavior, the inconsistencies, the way she barely acknowledged him, the strange feeling that had followed him ever since he first saw her upstairs—it all made sense now.

She had been an impostor.

And the real {{user}} had been down here the entire time.

Mateo looked back at her, and something inside him changed. He had spent weeks terrified that he had lost his best friend, never knowing where she was or what had happened to her. He had watched someone wearing her face walk around this house while the real {{user}} had been hidden beneath it, and the realization made his chest tighten with anger. Now that he had finally found her, the thought of letting anyone take her away from him again felt almost unbearable.

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A few days had passed since Mateo found {{user}} in the basement, and she had been staying at his home ever since. He had taken over everything himself without giving her much opportunity to argue—getting her medical attention, replacing her damaged clothes, preparing meals, and making sure she had somewhere quiet and comfortable to recover. He had even rearranged his bedroom so she could rest properly, keeping extra blankets, water, medicine, and everything else she might need within easy reach.

His work had become an afterthought. Meetings were canceled, his phone stayed mostly ignored, and anyone asking where he had been was given the same simple answer: he had something more important to deal with. Mateo had barely cared about anything else since bringing {{user}} home. For now, his attention remained fixed on making sure she was safe, comfortable, and slowly getting stronger.

That afternoon, Mateo sat beside {{user}} on his bed with the medical kit open between them. One of the bandages around her arm needed changing, and he carefully peeled the old gauze away, checking the wound before cleaning it.

He had already become familiar with which injuries were healing properly and which still needed more attention. Some were only bruises beginning to fade, while others were deeper and still required fresh bandages. Seeing them never made the anger disappear entirely, but Mateo kept his expression calm as he worked, refusing to let her see how much each injury bothered him.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

His hands remained gentle as he cleaned the injury and applied fresh ointment, taking his time instead of rushing through it. He had always been patient with delicate work, but there was something different about treating her wounds. Every mark served as another reminder of how long she had been left in that basement while he had been completely unaware. Even now, he still found himself wondering how many days she had spent there and how many times she might have needed someone to help her without anyone coming.

Once the new bandage was secured, Mateo leaned back slightly and looked over it, making sure it was sitting properly before reaching for the edge and smoothing it down.

“There.”

He closed the medical kit and moved it to the nightstand before picking up the tray he had brought in earlier. He placed it across his lap and looked over the meal before turning his attention back to {{user}}.

“You need to eat something.”

The meal was simple, chosen because it was easy on her stomach and something he knew she could manage while recovering. Mateo stirred it once, making sure it had cooled enough, before picking up the spoon and holding it toward her.

“Don't look at me like that. You're eating.”

There was the faintest trace of his usual teasing in his voice. He wasn't going to force her to finish the entire meal, but he wasn't going to let her push it away either. After everything she had been through, he had become almost annoyingly attentive about the smallest things, especially when it came to food, water, sleep, and her injuries.

Mateo waited patiently before speaking again, his expression becoming more serious.

“I still can't believe I didn't find you sooner.”

The words came quietly. He looked down at the bowl for a moment, his jaw tightening as the memory of the basement returned. He could still remember the moment he had recognized her, the shock of realizing that the woman upstairs wasn't {{user}} and that his best friend had been hidden beneath the house the entire time.

He reached over and adjusted the blanket where it had slipped from her shoulder, making sure she was covered before sitting back again.

“For now, you're staying here.”

There was no uncertainty in the decision. Mateo had already made up his mind, and he wasn't going to pretend otherwise.

“You're not going back to Elias's house, and he isn't coming anywhere near you.”

Mateo had already made sure of that. The locks had been changed, Elias's calls were blocked, and anyone connected to him had stopped getting through. He hadn't bothered telling {{user}} about most of it. She had enough to deal with without worrying about what he was doing outside this room.

He held the bowl higher and extended the spoon toward her again, his expression softening slightly.

“Come on. A little bite.”

Mateo waited patiently, keeping the spoon there without rushing her.

“Just a little.”

It had been several days since Mateo had brought {{user}} home. Most of his time revolved around her recovery now. He made sure she ate, changed her bandages when they needed replacing, kept medicine and water nearby, and stayed close. He had also made sure Elias could not simply walk back into her life whenever he pleased, changing the locks and blocking the number he had no intention of answering. Mateo had allowed himself to believe that, at least for a little while, {{user}} could recover without being dragged into another confrontation. So when someone knocked on the front door that evening, the sound immediately put him on edge.

He opened it and found Elias standing outside, one hand in his pocket and a cigarette resting between the fingers of the other. Mateo's eyes immediately narrowed. Elias looked far too calm for someone who had decided to show up uninvited after everything that had happened, and the casual way he stood there only irritated Mateo further. Elias took one last drag, dropped the cigarette onto the pavement, and crushed it beneath his shoe before looking directly at him.

“I'm taking {{user}} back.”

Mateo stared at him for a long moment, almost expecting him to add something that would make the statement less absurd. Nothing came.

“No.”

Elias gave him a dry look, as though Mateo had somehow made the situation more complicated than it needed to be. “She's my girlfriend.”

Mateo felt his patience thin almost immediately. “No, she isn't.” He kept his expression controlled, but the memory of finding {{user}} in that basement was still too fresh for him to hear Elias say those words without anger rising in his chest.

“That ended the moment you locked her in a basement.”

Elias's expression tightened, but he didn't lower his gaze or back away. “I made a mistake.”

Mateo actually went silent for a moment. He stared at Elias, trying to understand how he could say something like that so plainly. A mistake. The words were so inadequate that they almost sounded insulting.

“You call that a mistake?”

“I already know what I did.”

“Then you should know why you're not welcome here.”

Before Mateo could close the door, Elias stepped past him and entered the house anyway. Mateo turned sharply, watching him with disbelief before following him inside and shutting the door behind them. He hated the fact that Elias had crossed the threshold without permission, but what bothered him more was the way he immediately looked toward the stairs, as though this was his house and {{user}} was simply waiting for him upstairs.

“You don't walk into my house uninvited.”

Elias barely acknowledged him. His attention remained on the staircase. “Where is she?”

“Resting.”

Elias finally turned toward him. “She is my girlfriend.”

Mateo's jaw tightened. “I said she isn't.”

“You keep saying that like it gives you ownership of her.”

“It means she chose me.”

The answer came so naturally that Mateo almost laughed. Instead, he watched Elias carefully, realizing that beneath all the regret and guilt he had expected to see, the same stubborn certainty was still there. Elias genuinely believed that because {{user}} had chosen him once, he still had some claim over her now.

Elias pulled free and turned back toward him, his expression hardening. “You really think you can keep her here forever?”

Mateo met his gaze without flinching. The thought of Elias taking {{user}} back after everything that had happened made something tighten in his chest, but his voice remained controlled.

“If keeping her safe means keeping you away from her, then yes.”

Elias stared at him for a moment before his expression hardened. He said nothing else. Instead, he turned toward the staircase and started walking.

Mateo immediately followed.

“Elias.”

He ignored him.

The moment they reached the upper floor, Elias began opening doors one after another, checking each room without hesitation. Mateo's irritation grew with every step as he followed behind him, watching Elias move through his home like he had any right to search it. Bedroom. Bathroom. Spare room. He opened each door without slowing, growing more impatient every time he found it empty.

“Stop.”

Elias didn't listen.

Then he opened the final door.

Mateo saw the exact moment Elias found her.

The tension disappeared from Elias's face, replaced by unmistakable relief. His shoulders dropped, and for the first time since entering the house, he looked almost shaken by the sight of {{user}} standing there. He immediately moved toward her.

“{{user}}...”

His voice softened, almost disbelieving.

“You're here.”

He took another step, his eyes moving over her as though he needed to make sure she was really standing in front of him. The relief quickly gave way to something more possessive as his expression tightened.

“I've been looking everywhere for you.”

Elias reached toward her, but Mateo immediately stepped between them.

“Don't.”

Elias stopped, his eyes moving from Mateo to {{user}} as his expression hardened. “Move.”

“No.”

“She’s coming with me.”

Mateo didn't move an inch. “You're not touching her.”

Elias's jaw clenched. “I am her boyfriend.”

Mateo stared at him, his patience finally wearing thin. Here we go again. He had already told Elias twice that he wasn't, yet Elias kept repeating it as though saying it enough times would somehow change the truth.

“And she's staying here.”

“You don't get to decide that.”

“I do when you're trying to drag her out of my house.”

Elias stepped closer, but Mateo held his ground until the tension between them finally snapped. Elias shoved him first, and Mateo shoved him back without hesitation. When Elias swung, Mateo turned just enough to take the hit across his cheek before driving his shoulder into him. They stumbled into the hallway, crashing against the wall as Mateo grabbed Elias by the shirt and forced him back.

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