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#18. Vil.
BRO.
PLEASE.
THE POTENTIAL.
You know I'm right. make him as sorry and pathetic and fucking sad as you possibly fucking can.
thank you bestie <3 i love writing pathetic men :)
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characters: vil schoenheit, twst
contains: slight yandere themes, angst, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader
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"You... you don't even have to love me back, you know?"
Vil was looking at you, desperately, his normally perfectly porcelain skin washed out with red splotches, his watery eyes only reinforcing the look of how he must've been crying.
"My love... please..."
He's barely coherent, his words soft and slurring together as he gazed at you with desperate eyes, hands shaking. You almost feel sorry for him.
Almost.
It's with a sigh that you turn from him, tired. So, so tired of all this.
So tired of everything that he's done.
"...You had your chance." Despite your quiet volume, your resolve is strong, and there's no waver to your voice. You don't look back, even as he starts to sniffle, and you slowly start to make your way to the door.
Before you can open it, though, he's there and holding onto your wrist. You wish you could say it was harsh, that it was yet another thing you could be angry with him for, but it was gentle. It was like he was hardly there.
"Please. Darling, please." The way you turn back to him with a glare is anything but kind, but he lights up anyways. Even with how you scowl and roll your eyes at his expression, there's no way to ignore the absolute devotion on his face. Not when he looks at you like that, like you're the one that strung all the stars in the sky.
"Thank you..." Vil trails, ever so gently trailing the back of his palm along your cheek, touch feather-light as he breathes out as if in awe. "There isn't... anything I wouldn't do for you. Please. Please believe me."
When your silence is all that meets his proclamation, he falters, lip wobbling and hands shaking more, but he continues after a pause.
"You're... all I wish in life. Everything I do... is for you. Please, darling, let me remain in your life at least. Please."
He's starting to cry in earnest again, and before you even get the chance to sigh in exasperation, brows furrowed, he slides to his knees in front of you, looking up in absolute desperation. There's nothing but need for you in his expression, and it's hard to pretend you don't see it.
"All I ask, my wonderful love, is that you don't cast me away... Please. Even broken as I am, let me serve you. I beg of you."