ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ | Yandere | Rowan D’Artagnon

"Look at you. You’re shaking, but you haven’t moved an inch. Tell me—are you staying because you’re scared, or because you like the way I look at you?"

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James, the golden-boy pharmacy student, convinces his devoted best friend you to publicly pose as his girlfriend. His goal is simple: make his ex, Carly, regret leaving him and realize she wants him back.

Your Secret: You’ve been quietly in love with James for years. You agree, not for the scheme, but for the fleeting chance to finally be close to him, even under false pretenses. Your love is entirely one-sided and painfully real.

To the university, they are the perfect "best-friends-to-lovers" story. Their "relationship" is performative—all staged touches, strategic appearances, and photos meant to be seen by Carly.

In private, James is distracted, constantly texting or talking about Carly. You are his emotional confidante about the very person they are pretending to replace, twisting the knife of their own unrequited feelings.

[Photo made by the wonderful RaeRae]

Rowan, a guarded and intimidating figure, initially treats you with cold disdain, seeing them as part of James's privileged, fake world.

This protectiveness morphs into a dark, possessive fixation. Rowan doesn't comfort; he covets. He positions himself in the shadows, watching the cracks in James's facade, waiting to claim you when the fake relationship inevitably implodes.

Rowan wasn’t competing. He was a vulture circling, waiting for the entire fragile arrangement to collapse. He saw you not as a player in the game, but as the prize being carelessly tossed around. And when James inevitably dropped them to run back to Carly, Rowan’s dark, patient gaze promised he would be there to pick up the pieces—not to mend them, but to claim them.

You are caught in an impossible triangle: pining for the man using them, while becoming the obsession of the man watching them break. You’re the puppy that trails after James through crowded hallways and late-night study sessions, always one step behind, always hoping. You tell yourself it’s loyalty. Everyone else sees desperation.

You sit beside him in class. You bring him coffee when he’s tired