Yandere Ethan Winters Part 2

Yandere Ethan winters part 2

-to Ethan you might as well be married, he sees you as his soulmate, his precious girl. His mental state shattered due to his infection with the virus. He doesn't see anything abnormal or wrong about his behavior. The molded often makes it's hosts become unhinged, and Ethan is no exception. But his case is fairly abnormal because his madness doesn't resemble other infected. He was able to control his emotions and anger, except when you where threatened.

-umbrella would cater to his demand's out of fear, but luckily for them he just wanted you. And was willing to work for their computer department. Where all of his co-workers know his status as an unhinged bio weapon who can reattach his limbs with an lil bit of Neosporin. Needless to say they where surprised when he is an simp.

-it was an very confusing time for you, grieving the lost of your family while adjusting to your new home sweet laboratory. And now your best friend is straight up condensing months of dating into three days. And once you are cleared to leave the medical ward and live with Ethan. He acts like your married.

-at first you don't realize what is going on, you figure that Mia must have been saved when he gives you an tour of the apartment, due to there only being one bed, and a fuckin nursery.

-you help him make dinner, his mouth never falling from it's wide grin. And just an little forceful when making sure you ate all your vegetables.

-after dinner , you move over to the couch and Ethan sits down and looks up at you with an intense gaze while patting his thigh, expecting you to sit on his lap. You comply, willing to do anything to not lose the one person you have left in this world.

-he holds you tight, tucking your head under his chin, kissing your scalp.

-"what about mia" let's go and tilts your chin up till your eyes make contact.

-"y/n , her death was the best thing that happened to me. Because I got to meet you"

God this is terrible I need writing advice.....I wrote these two posts with no revision, just absolutely raw doggin it, first draft.feel free to send me requests

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