A Yandere’s Devotion

Noah's (POV)

The room had gone quiet.

Too quiet.

After everyone left with smiles, giggles, flushed faces, and my mother whispering "Enjoy, my little Casanova," I thought I'd finally get some peace.

But I forgot one crucial detail.

Layla.

She didn't leave with the rest.

And now, here we were. Just the two of us. Alone. In a locked room.

She closed the door behind her with a soft click, the sound echoing like the beginning of a horror story—except instead of blood, it smelled like roses and danger.

"Layla…?" I asked cautiously, pushing myself up slightly.

She turned to me slowly, her long black hair cascading over her shoulder like silk, amber eyes gleaming like a predator who had finally caught her prey.

"Noah…" she whispered, a smile curling on her lips, "Are you in pain?"

"Um. I—uh. Just a little sore. Nothing too bad—"

"I see. Then I'll take care of you."

Before I could even blink, she pulled out a steaming bowl of water, fragrant soap, and a soft sponge. From where, I had no idea. Did she bring it earlier? Did she hide it under her skirt? Did she summon it from a secret dimension of obsessive love?

"Wait—Layla, I-I'm fine. Scarlett already did this—"

Her eyes narrowed just a little, though her smile didn't fade.

"I'm not Scarlett."

I froze.

The atmosphere shifted. Not threatening—but far worse.

Intimate.

Layla knelt beside the bed and dipped the sponge into the water with slow, practiced grace. The scent of lavender floated up as she lifted it, droplets falling gently like the prelude to a storm.

Her hands, soft yet firm, pressed against my bare chest—just below my collarbone.

"L-Layla…" I stammered, cheeks instantly heating.

"Shh…" she whispered, "Let me worship you, Noah."

[Ding! Emergency Notification: Your mental focus is declining. Refrain from engaging in unnecessary excitement.]

[Soul Imprint: Reacting... increasing heartbeat... warning: proximity overload.]

Even the system was panicking.

Layla, however, was calm. Dangerous. Devoted.

She ran the sponge along my chest slowly, deliberately, tracing the edges of my body like an artist admiring her masterpiece. Her fingers followed after, trailing lightly over damp skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Every time she got too close to… certain places, I'd tense. She'd just smile. Innocent. Mischievous.

"I want to memorize every inch of you," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear, "I want to be the only one who touches you like this."

"S-Stop… I'll die of embarrassment…"

"You'll live. And I'll make sure you never forget this moment."

She gently kissed the side of my neck, and I nearly exploded.

[Ding! Vital signs spiking! Recommend: Deep breathing exercises!]

She giggled softly. "How adorable."

I was shaking, not from fear—but from being overwhelmed. Her touch was warm, lingering. She pressed the sponge lower, over my abs, brushing against every crevice as if trying to erase any trace of other women.

"I want to clean everything," she whispered, "Scarlett may have tried her best, but I need to make sure… there's only me left on your skin."

She dipped the sponge again and brought it to my side, running it over my waist, brushing close to forbidden territory.

My breath hitched. "Layla, please—!"

"Please what?" she asked sweetly, fingers gliding over my thigh.

I choked on my own voice.

Cleaning me thoroughly like I was some sacred relic, her movements sent waves of heat crashing through me. My skin tingled under every pass of her fingers. Her soft breaths, the subtle kisses near my ear, neck, and jawline—they all blurred together in a haze of tension and affection.

And the soul imprint?

That damned traitor was purring. Loving it.

I felt my body grow weak, my vision dimming.

It was too much for someone who had died a virgin.

I fainted—from sheer pleasure and shock.

Layla watched my unconscious face, her expression softening.

"Hehe~ Poor Noah," she murmured, brushing her fingers against my cheek. "You're so fragile. It makes me want to protect you forever."

But her eyes gleamed.

"No," she whispered, "I can't stop until you're perfectly clean. I won't allow even a speck of another woman's scent."

She continued to clean me—down to every hidden corner, every sensitive area—with the care of a priestess tending to a divine offering. Nothing escaped her touch.

Once satisfied, she dried my body gently, placed the covers over me, and leaned down.

"Next time, it won't be just a bath," she whispered, lips brushing my temple. "I'll make you mine... completely."

She placed the bowl and sponge aside.

She turned to leave…

…then paused.

Her possessive heart wouldn't let her go.

Instead, she climbed into bed beside me—gently, delicately—keeping a small distance, her hand resting on my chest. She watched me sleep, her smile both tender and terrifying.

A maiden in love.

And a wife ready to kill.

After a few hours…

I opened my eyes only to find a pair of amber eyes looking back at me.

For a moment, I thought I was dreaming—until I felt the distinct sensation of a warm arm wrapped around my chest and soft breaths brushing against my cheek.

Then I realized… I wasn't alone.

Layla.

Still here.

Still cuddled up beside me.

Still terrifying.

And beautiful.

Very terrifyingly beautiful.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she whispered, her voice sweet like honey… but laced with a quiet, ominous undertone that made me gulp.

"L-Layla…?"

My voice cracked like I was hitting puberty again.

I tried to sit up, only for her grip to tighten slightly.

"You fainted," she pouted. "That hurt me, you know. Was I too gentle? Or… not gentle enough?"

She leaned in closer, our noses nearly touching. Her fingers drew small circles over my chest.

"I-I passed out because of your massage," I defended.

Her eyes sparkled. "My healing technique?"

"You used your mouth!"

She giggled. "It was effective, wasn't it?"

I groaned, slumping back down.

[Ding! Soul Imprint Status: Emotional stability 57%. Danger: Yandere proximity 0.0m.]

"I couldn't sleep after you fainted," she whispered, curling beside me, "I was worried. What if someone else came to check on you? What if they touched you again?"

"…You locked the door, didn't you?"

"Of course."

She cuddled into my side, humming softly. "You're warm. You smell like me now. It's perfect."

"You're insane."

"But I'm your insane," she replied, eyes shining. "And you're mine."

She reached up, tracing my lips with her fingers. "You don't need anyone else, Noah. I'll take care of everything."

Her eyes were glowing—not magically, just… emotionally. She was in love.

Terrifyingly in love.

One wrong twitch and I might get a marriage proposal… or worse, a honeymoon plan.

[Ding! New Quest: Survive Layla's Affection. Duration: Unknown.]

[Reward: +1 Mental Fortitude | Penalty: Lifetime commitment.]

I didn't dare move.

Because truth be told… her warmth felt nice.

Even if I might die from it.