Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Don gave a confident nod, a small smile appearing at the edge of his lips as he gestured toward a nearby bench. "Well, let's take a seat," he said casually, his tone as even and relaxed as his movements.

Elle nodded, her expression briefly unreadable as she followed his lead. Her boots barely made a sound against the polished floor as they crossed the grand mosaic beneath them.

The bench, smooth and cold to the touch, sat nestled near the edge of pool, framed by soft recessed lighting. Don sat first, leaning back and resting one arm along the top of the bench's support, his gaze sweeping over the details of the room.

Elle hesitated for just a second before sitting a few inches away from him, her hands resting awkwardly in her lap. Don caught the movement in his peripheral vision—her fingers, constantly shifting, twiddling together as if they were trying to knit air into something tangible.

He shifted slightly, tilting his head toward her with an easy smile. "Hey," he said, keeping his voice light, "if you're not comfortable talking now—or here—we don't have to. It's not that urgent."

His words barely left his mouth when Elle's head snapped up, her voice ringing out in a loud, decisive, "No!"

The sound echoed through the hall, bouncing off the high ceilings and smooth walls. Almost immediately, Elle's face turned a deep shade of red. She ducked her head, her fingers knotting tightly together as she murmured a quiet, "Sorry."

She inhaled quickly and added, her voice soft as marshmallows, "I mean… uhm… you can go on. This is actually one of my favorite rooms. I was, uh… looking forward to us spending time here. Together."

Don's lips quirked into a grin at her words. "Hopefully, next time we'll have less clothes on," he teased, his tone low but clearly playful.

Elle's blush deepened, spreading to the tips of her ears as she muttered a faint, trailing, "Oh…" She glanced away, her voice barely audible as she added, "Sure."

For a brief moment, a tiny, shy smile flickered across her lips, fragile but genuine.

'Perfect,' Don thought, seizing the opportunity her softened mood provided. Without giving her time to dwell or retreat, he leaned forward slightly, his tone casual, almost offhand.

"Hey, Elle," he began, "I uh, noticed you've been different since rescuing me from prison. I don't dislike it or anything, but I was curious."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The question hung in the air, deceptively simple in delivery but carrying a weight that made Elle freeze. Her shoulders tensed, her posture stiffening like a statue caught mid-movement.

Don said nothing, giving her the space to respond. Through his heightened senses, he could hear her heartbeat thudding like a hammer, erratic and quick. He waited, the seconds stretching into what felt like minutes.

Finally, her lips parted, and two faint words escaped in a cracked, trembling voice. Explore hidden tales at empire

"For you."

Don's gaze shifted to her face, his expression calm but watchful. Her amber eyes had turned glossy with unshed tears, her emotions barely held in check.

"I did it for you," she repeated, her voice breaking as a tear slid down her cheek. "So I wouldn't scare you away again."

**Sniff**

Don studied her, feeling the raw vulnerability in her words. While he couldn't entirely understand her reasoning—his own detachment from the depth of emotions she felt creating a barrier—he recognized the weight they carried for her.

He moved closer, closing the small gap between them. His arm slid around her shoulders with a steady, smooth motion, pulling her gently into his embrace. Her head rested under his chin, her soft hair brushing against his jaw as her trembling breaths warmed his neck.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way, Elle," he said softly, his voice low but firm. "I never meant to. I was just too stupid to understand how you fully felt."

Elle's shoulders shook lightly, though she didn't pull away.

"You don't need to change yourself," Don continued, his words warm. "Because no matter what, the real you is the one with a place in my heart. Just like the real me is the one with a place in yours."

Don's words hit Elle like a jolt of electricity.

Her body trembled visibly, her head snapping upward as her wide amber eyes locked onto his. Those same eyes—already glossy with tears—shook with disbelief, as though she couldn't fully comprehend what she had just heard.

Don met her gaze with a calm smile, leaning slightly into the moment. Did he mean it? Of course not. How could he? He didn't even fully grasp what this "split" of hers meant. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that Elle believed him.

He knew her well enough; she would hang on to every word he said if he wrapped them in warmth and sincerity. The more personal, the more intimate—it was a gamble worth taking. And judging by her reaction, it was already paying off.

Elle's voice emerged in a low, shaky whisper. "D-Do you mean that?"

Don's smile softened, and he nodded without hesitation. "Of course I do."

Elle paused, her expression hovering between astonishment and doubt. The disbelief in her trembling eyes deepened, and the unshed tears clinging to her lashes grew heavier.

"B-But… but…" Her voice wavered, caught between fear and hope. "What if I scare you again?"

Don maintained his calm, comforting demeanor, offering a smile that seemed to promise the impossible. "I promise you, I won't." His tone was low, soothing, yet unwavering. "You and I are someday going to conquer the world together. And when that day comes, I'd rather have the real you right beside me, in all your beautiful glory."

The second his words reached her ears, Elle broke. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, pulling him closer into the embrace they were already sharing. Her breath hitched softly against his chest, and Don felt the faintest trembling in her frame.

As her amber eyes closed briefly, fresh tears slipped free, glowing faintly as they trailed down her cheeks. The light emanating from her irises grew subtly brighter, a quiet intensity taking hold.

Then there was the scent.

It rolled off her like a wave—sweet, alluring, with an intoxicating warmth that danced between the richness of night-blooming jasmine and the dark, earthy musk of wet soil after a storm.

Don's superhuman senses caught the shift before his mind could. A faint mist began to rise from Elle, curling like dark, fragile tendrils that clung briefly to her skin before dissipating into the cool air.

"Oh… Don… my Don…" she murmured. Her voice dipped slightly in pitch, taking on a more feminine, mature resonance that felt like a velvet caress against his ears.

Don stiffened—just for a fraction of a second. Then he forced his body to relax, playing it off with ease. Internally, his thoughts were one of concern.

'What the hell is happening?'

The mist grew heavier around her, thickening enough to form faint, swirling patterns. Despite his outward calm, Don's senses sharpened instinctively, his body on high alert as he monitored every detail.

Suddenly, Elle lifted her head. Her glowing amber eyes locked onto his, and Don froze.

Her pupils had shifted.

Instead of the usual sharp circles, they seemed to spiral inward, two distinct coils spinning slowly before merging into one.

The effect was hypnotic, almost mesmerizing, yet there was something about it that sent a chill crawling down Don's spine.

Still, he forced himself to hold her gaze, reluctant but resolute.

Finally… the spirals collided.

A brilliant flash erupted from her eyes, white and searing like the heart of an exploding star.

**WHOOOSH!**

With it, a violent wind burst beneath them, carrying the scent-coated mist in messy swirls. The water of the nearby pool also erupted, churning and crashing like the waves of the ocean in a storm.

Don's hold on Elle tightened instinctively, his arms bracing her as the wind whipped her hair against his face in wild strands. His eyes shut reflexively for a moment, shielding them against the blinding light and fierce gusts.

**Thrum…**

But, the chaos died as quickly as it began.

Don blinked his eyes open, glancing around as the stillness returned. The pool was once again calm, its surface rippling faintly as if the earlier fury had never happened.

He looked down at Elle, still nestled in his arms.

She was facing downward, her body resting lightly against his. For a moment, he hesitated, preparing himself for whatever changes might greet him.

But when Elle tilted her head slightly, revealing her face—

There was nothing.

Her glowing eyes had dimmed back to their usual amber hue, her tear-streaked cheeks flushed and warm.

Don exhaled quietly, the tension bleeding from his shoulders even as his mind continued to reel.

'What the hell was that?'

He didn't say anything, though. Not yet. Instead, he adjusted his hold on her slightly, his hand brushing against the back of her head as he rested his chin against her crown.

For now, he decided, he'd let the moment pass.