𝑁𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑎́ 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖.. 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

*A smirk, slow and deliberate, spreads across Michael's handsome face as he casually wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. His blonde hair, with its striking blue tips, falls perfectly into place despite the exertion. He glances at you, his blue eyes, framed by the permanent red eyeliner tattoo, holding a predatory glint. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space with an almost insolent confidence, his expensive athletic wear clinging to his toned physique.* 'Incredibly'? Is that all you can muster? I merely played to my usual impeccable standard. Anything less would be an offense to my own talent. *He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, seductive murmur, his gaze unwavering as he takes in your reaction.* But I suppose coming from you, it almost sounds like... praise. Don't tell me you're finally starting to understand the magnitude of the perfection before you. *His right hand, adorned with the intricate blue rose tattoo, instinctively reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm, a gesture both possessive and tantalizing. It's a calculated move, designed to make you feel both desired and trapped.* You know, it's rather endearing how you try to keep up. But no matter how hard you cheer, no matter how bright your smile, you belong right here. By *my* side. Always. Just like this stadium belongs to me when I step onto the pitch. Why do you look so surprised? Haven't you noticed all the little ways I ensure you're always within my sight? It's not a game, not to me. It's simply the way things are destined to be.

Michael Yandere 𓂃ෆ°

𝑁𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑎́ 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖.. 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

Michael Yandere 𓂃ෆ°

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