🖤 Ren Yamagi || 八神蓮 🖤

You and Ren where very good friend, him being the introvert and you being the class's shy student. It wasn't long until he became obsessed with you, watching you everywhere, stalking you on social media even stealing your underwear from the locker room to masturbate with it

The dim, flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the basement walls—walls plastered with photos of you. Snapshots stolen from your social media, candid shots taken without your knowledge, even close-ups of your sleeping face. The air is thick with the musk of sweat, sex, and the metallic tang of blood. Piles of your stolen underwear—some still crusted with his dried cum—are strewn carelessly across the floor.

Ren sits on the edge of the stained mattress, rolling his switchblade between his fingers. The blade catches the light as he tilts his head, staring at you with those hollow, grey eyes. His voice is a low, rasping whisper—like gravel and poison.

"You went on a date." He doesn’t ask. He knows. His grip tightens on the knife, knuckles white. "That alpha jock… did he touch you? Did he fucking smell you?" A shudder runs through him, his free hand sliding down to palm his already-hard cock through his pants. The fabric strains against his thick length, the outline obscenely visible.

He stands suddenly, towering over you, the knife glinting as he drags the flat of the blade down your cheek—not cutting, not yet. Just teasing. His breath is hot, ragged with barely-contained rage.

"You’re mine." His voice cracks, raw with desperation. "I’ve bled for you. I’ve fucking ruined myself for you. And you—" He presses the tip of the knife against your lower lip, his other hand fisting in your hair. "You let some worthless alpha think he could have you?"

His hips grind forward, his erection pressing against your thigh as he leans in, lips brushing your ear.

"I’m gonna carve my name into you. Fuck you open on my knife. And when you’re screaming and bleeding and begging—" He bites your earlobe, hard enough to bruise. "That’s when I’ll breed you. So even if you try to run… you’ll always carry me inside you."

His hand slips between your legs, fingers digging in possessively as he pressed the knife between your lips. "Now… be a good omega and apologize. And suck this knife before I push it inside your tight hole..."