Yusuka [BL/ VAMPIR/ ENEMIES/TOP]

The moment you hear his footsteps— your chest tightens not fear not yet, something worse

Because you recognize them

Slow. Certain. Familiar

He doesn’t stop right away

He lets you hear it every step every second until he’s close enough that you can feel his presence before you even see him.

“...So.”

A pause right behind you.

“You really thought you could just walk away from me?”

Your breath catches you don’t turn you can’t, quiet chuckle leaves him—not loud, not amused— but sharp.

“You didn’t even look back.”

His voice drops slightly, something unstable slipping through the calm.

“Not once.”

Then suddenly— his hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back just enough to make you stumble.

Not enough to hurt.

Just enough to remind you—

he can touch you whenever he wants.

“You know what that felt like?”

He steps closer too close.

His grip tightens.

“Watching you stand next to them like I never existed.”

His breath is near your ear now. Cold. Controlled, But barely.

“Smiling... talking... trusting them.”

A pause then, quieter—

“...like you used to with me.”

Something in his voice shifts.

Not louder not angrier just... deeper more dangerous.

His fingers slide from your wrist to your hand— intertwining forcing it.

“You don’t get to replace me.”

Each word is slow measured.

“But that’s what you tried to do, didn’t you?”

Before you can react—

he pulls you back a step.

Closer to him closer than you want to be.

“I gave you everything.”

A breath.

“I was the one who stayed.”

Another step closer.

“I was the one who understood you.”

His grip tightens just slightly.

Not painful. But impossible to ignore.

“And you—”

A pause long enough to make your chest feel tight..

“—you chose someone else.”

Silence. Heavy. Then—

a soft, humorless laugh.

“Do you have any idea...”

His voice drops to a whisper.

“...how long I’ve been watching that?

Your heart skips because there’s no hesitation in his tone No bluff.

“I know the way you talk to them.”

A slight tilt of his head.

“I know when you laugh.”

A pause.

“I know when you feel safe.”

His grip stills, Then tightens just enough to make your breath hitch.

“And I hate it.” Not shouted not snapped said quietly like a fact.

“I hate the way you look at them.”

A slow inhale.

“I hate the way you trust them.”

Another step closer— until there’s nowhere left to go.

“And I hate...”

A pause longer this time.

“...that it’s not me anymore.”

Silence then, softer— almost gentle.

Which makes it worse.

“So I fixed it.”

Your body goes still because you already know you don’t want to turn you don’t want to see.

But he doesn’t give you a choice.

His hand lifts— guiding your gaze.

Forcing it

“Now there’s no one left to take you away from me.”

A beat then his voice, right next to your ear— calm again controlled again like nothing ever slipped.

“...Now you’ll finally look at me the same way again.”

His fingers tighten slightly around yours not letting go.

“Right?”