In a dimly lit alley, where darkness seemed to swallow the sounds of the city, a vibrant red sports car stood parked. With its sleek, aerodynamic design, it resembled a Ferrari, catching attention even under the shadows. The vehicle rocked subtly from time to time, as if something — or someone — was caught in the throes of passion inside.
Muah~
Muah~
Muah~
The repetitive, wet sound of passionate kisses filled the interior of the car. These weren't hurried pecks, but deep, intense kisses — lips meeting and parting in a moist, lascivious dance.
It was as if they were savoring one another like the sweetest delicacy, each kiss carrying an addictive pull that was hard to resist.
With each new movement, the car trembled slightly, revealing the intensity of what was happening inside.
In the driver's seat, a young man with rebellious black hair, as if the wind itself had shaped it. He wore a now-wrinkled white shirt, partially unbuttoned, a clear sign of the heat of the moment.
Straddling him, seated in his lap, was a woman who seemed like she had stepped out of a forbidden dream. She wore a tight black dress, its side slit revealing not only bare skin but daring, provocative curves.
Her generous breasts pressed firmly against the young man's chest as she held him tight, as if wanting to fuse their bodies into one.
With a gentle movement, their faces parted, still breathless. A thin, glistening string of saliva connected their mouths, stretching for a second before breaking.
Their kiss had been more than a meeting of lips — it was a silent battle of desire, tongues intertwining, breathing each other in, as if trying to devour each other's souls.
With their faces still close, their eyes met — and in that moment, the world around them vanished.
The woman's eyes were like bottomless voids, where light was lost and sanity seemed long forgotten. Dark, deep, and completely glazed over, they exuded an insane desire for possession, as if he were something she would never let escape.
It was a gaze that didn't love — it consumed. Her cheeks, flushed a feverish pink, contrasted with her soft pink hair that cascaded in waves, framing a dangerously beautiful face.
Every feature radiated both sweetness and madness in equal measure — a perfect doll… about to break someone in the name of love.
And the young man… was no different.
His eyes burned with the same intensity. There was desire, yes — but also acceptance. He didn't flinch before the abyss; he dove into it headfirst.
Perhaps his gaze reflected the same possessive craving… or perhaps it was something even deeper… A look that said: "If you are my madness, then I'll be your damnation."
With their breaths mingling, their foreheads touched softly, as if that small contact was more intimate than any kiss they had exchanged.
In the stuffy interior of the car, where only the sound of racing hearts filled the air, silence stretched for a brief moment… until it was broken by a low, emotion-laden voice.
"I love you, Ana…" he whispered, with a raw sincerity that seemed to resonate louder than any scream.
The words weren't merely heard. They were felt.
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The woman's body shuddered slightly atop his. Her eyes, once dark as madness, gleamed for a brief second — a faint, fragile, almost human glow. But it quickly vanished, replaced by a soft… and dangerous smile.
A smile that said: "Now you're mine. Forever."
She brought her lips close to his ear, and with a sweet, yet unhinged tone, whispered:
"I know… I've always known… And if one day you try to stop loving me… I'll rip your heart out with my own hands, and even then, it'll beat only for me ♡♡♡."
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'Ah ~ my yandere ~'
Noah smiled with a show of 'affection', and the kiss that followed wasn't one of love. It was of possession. Of madness. Of promises.
Her lips collided with his with an almost savage ferocity, as if she wanted to etch her existence onto his soul — as if every kiss were a mark, a scar made of lust. Her hands slid through Noah's hair, pulling hard, not out of anger, but to keep him even closer. So he couldn't escape.
Ever.
Noah, for his part, didn't resist. He returned the kiss with equal intensity, as if he understood — or accepted — her insanity. As if he wanted to consume her. The car rocked again, creaking softly under the weight of their movements and the suffocating tension that filled the air.
Between kisses, the words kept coming:
"I won't let you escape from me…" — she whispered through her teeth, panting, a grin teetering between pleasure and delirium.
"Not in this life, not in any other."
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"Then chain me…" — he replied in a husky voice, his gaze fixed on hers.
She stared for an instant, paralyzed, as if those words were everything she had always wanted to hear. And then she started laughing softly, a sweet… and utterly insane giggle.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but not of sadness. They were tears of pleasure, of relief, of someone who had finally found what they'd been looking for — a soul as broken as her own.
She leaned closer again, her lips brushing his in a possessive whisper:
"I love you so much… it hurts. And if this love is a disease… then I want it to kill us both together."
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'Holy shit…'
Silence. Only the muffled sounds of kisses and the car's gentle creaking in continuous motion.
Outside, the night remained dark, indifferent to what was happening inside that red car. But there, within that tiny space, two hearts beat in a sick, perfect rhythm — bound by a love that was everything but sane.
Her words echoed in his mind like an obsessive song.
"I love you so much… it hurts. And if this love is a disease… then I want it to kill us both together."
'My perfect yandere ~'
He watched her closely, pupils dilated, breath ragged, trapped somewhere between ecstasy and the abyss. Her image — pink hair clinging to her forehead with sweat, glassy eyes filled with distorted emotion — was like a portrait of beauty and madness entwined.
"You're going to stay with me, aren't you?" — she asked, sliding her fingers gently across his face, as if caressing something fragile… something that could shatter at any moment.
He didn't answer immediately. He just looked at her, staring into that unbalanced gaze without fear, without flinching. The silence between them was almost more intimate than their touches, more intense than their kisses.
Then, finally, he murmured:
"Until the end… even if that end is now."
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'Ah, how I love you, Ana ~ ~'
She smiled. A wide, dangerous, sweet as poison smile. The hand that had been caressing his face slipped down to his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat.
The night carried on in muffled conversations, ravenous kisses, and sick, addictive declarations of love — like two addicts who, instead of seeking a cure, surrendered themselves further to their own decay.
At some point in the night, Noah and Ana reluctantly had to part, though their bodies and souls screamed to stay there, trapped in that endless moment of insanity and lust.
But not before one last kiss — not a simple peck, but a deep, drawn-out kiss, tainted with the metallic taste of obsession and silent promises.
Ana's eyes, still glassy and gleaming, met his with the same unrelenting intensity. Her fingers slid to Noah's chin, holding it with a forced delicacy, as though cradling something fragile, ready to shatter.
"You'll dream of me…" — she whispered, her voice hoarse with exhaustion and longing.
"And when you wake up… you'll want me even more."
Noah gave a lopsided grin, his gaze burning in the car's gloom.
"I never stopped."
She giggled softly — a sweet, dark sound — before opening the door and vanishing into the alley's shadows, her pink hair waving like a specter refusing to be forgotten.
Silence took over the car.
Noah rested his head back against the seat, closing his eyes for a moment, the taste of her still on his lips and his chest pounding with erratic beats. The dashboard flickered once more.
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'Damn…'
With a slight movement, he started the car. The engine purred softly, almost like a warning.
And then, without looking back, Noah sped off, leaving behind the alley and the night that seemed to still be watching him.
When he arrived in his room, Noah shut the door behind him with a tired — and satisfied — sigh. The dimness of the house greeted him like a silent embrace. Everything was quiet. Fortunately, she wasn't home yet.
He headed straight for the bathroom, peeling off his shirt along the way and tossing it onto the couch. The fabric landed with a dry thud, revealing the mess Ana had left on him.
His body was marked.
The bathroom mirror reflected his image: his neck dotted with tiny red bites, as if claimed through teeth and kisses. Thin, crimson scratches streaked his chest, some still fresh, others darkening in shades of purple — physical reminders of the insane surrender in the car.
Bruises decorated his shoulders and arms — marks from her nails digging deep as she rode him with the strength of someone teetering on the edge of madness.
"Looks like a beast attacked me…" he thought with a half-smile.
But deep down, he loved it…
He stepped under the shower and let the hot water run down his body, making the scratches sting as if the memory was still alive on his skin. He closed his eyes and sighed, remembering her kisses, her words, her possessive gaze…
The sick love that shone in the eyes of the pink-haired girl.
But the relief didn't last.
His chest tightened at the thought of another woman — one who also loved him… but in a different way. Or rather, just as insane, but quieter. Deadlier.
His aunt.
Sophia.
Her obsession wasn't as blatant as Ana's. It was subtle — calculated. But sometimes it slipped through. A touch that lingered too long. A gaze that burned from within. Words laced with ambiguous, suffocating desire.
And when he came home late… or with marks on his body…
She noticed.
"If Sophia were here now…" — Noah thought, drying his hair with a towel.
"…she'd rip those marks off. From my skin or from hers."
He threw on a loose black shirt and comfortable pants, not caring about appearances. He headed to his room, dropped his phone on the nightstand, and flopped down on the bed with a heavy sigh.
The bed felt cold without a body over his.
The room was dim, lit only by the soft light from the window. The fan droned on, a hypnotic, steady hum. He turned to the side, staring at the ceiling, his eyes half-lost.
Ana's taste was still on his lips. But deep in his mind, something whispered…
Noah gave a crooked smile. He had two yanderes in his life.
One young, wild and merciless.
And the other… experienced, intelligent — and even more dangerous.
He sighed.
"What a delicious hell…"
His hand went to his chest, still sore from the bites. His eyes slowly closed. Images of his encounter with Ana came back like a dream…
And then, in a hoarse murmur, he whispered:
"Status…"