Part 2 of Dimitri's Delulu stage. This happens during their 2nd year of college.

Disclaimer: Above photo is Jevon from "I will fall with the Emperor".

Dimitri Alexander Morozov had always known that he was different. His ability to focus, to lock onto a target with unwavering precision, was what made him an exceptional assassin. Yet, this same ability became both his gift and his curse when it came to (Y/n). Since their first year of college, he had been watching her from the shadows, his obsession growing with each passing day. His fascination didn't waver with time. Instead, it flourished to new heights.

He never approached her directly. Instead, he satisfied himself with observing her from a distance, memorizing every detail of her life. Dimitri's obsession was meticulous. He knew her schedule by heart-the classes she attended, the routes she walked, the friends she interacted with. Every week he would sneak into her house once she had fallen asleep, simply to watch her. The serenity on her face as she slept was a stark contrast to his own turbulent thoughts. For his wicked mind, it was therapeutic.

Today was no different. He sat in the back of the lecture hall, his eyes fixed on (Y/n). She was seated near the front, her (h/c) hair catching the sunlight streaming in through the windows. She was engaged in conversation with a classmate, a tall, blond guy who seemed overly friendly. Dimitri's jaw clenched at the sight. He didn't like the way the guy leaned in too close or the way (Y/n) laughed at something he said.

Who is he? Dimitri's mind raced. He needed to know everything about this guy. What was his name? What classes did he take? Did he pose a threat to Dimitri's unspoken claim over (Y/n)?

The lecture dragged on, and Dimitri barely registered a word of it. His attention was wholly absorbed by the blond guy and (Y/n). As soon as the class ended, he watched with narrowed eyes as the guy offered to walk her to her next class. (Y/n) smiled and accepted, and Dimitri felt a surge of possessive anger.

After class, Dimitri followed them at a safe distance. His footsteps were silent, his presence undetectable. He noted the ease with which they conversed, the familiarity. The guy's name, he learned through careful eavesdropping, was Daniel. He was a Civil Engineering student with a penchant for philosophy-a smooth talker who seemed too interested in (Y/n) for Dimitri's liking.

That evening, Dimitri's mind was a maelstrom of thoughts as he prepared for his weekly visit to (Y/n)'s room. He knew her grandmother was out for the night, giving him the perfect opportunity. As he slipped into her room through the unlocked window, his heart pounded with anticipation.

(Y/n) lay on her bed, her breathing steady and deep in sleep. Dimitri approached quietly, his gaze softening as he looked at her. Here, in the silence of the night, she was his. He could watch over her and protect her from any harm, even if she never knew.

But tonight, something was different. The image of Daniel and (Y/n) laughing together kept intruding on his thoughts. He felt a burning need to eliminate the threat, to ensure that no one could come between them.

Dimitri's mind worked quickly. He could use his skills, gather information on Daniel, find out his weaknesses, and exploit them. He would make sure that Daniel's interest in (Y/n) faded, that he found a reason to keep his distance. Dimitri was willing to go to any lengths to ensure that (Y/n) remained his, even if only in the shadows.

He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. (Y/n) stirred slightly but didn't wake. Dimitri leaned in, his lips hovering just above her forehead. "You are mine, (Y/n)," he whispered, a promise and a vow. "I will protect you from anyone who tries to take you away from me."

The next few days were a blur of activity. Dimitri's focus on his classes wavered as he channeled all his energy into his new mission. Trismegistus hacked into the university records, delved into social media profiles, and even followed Daniel outside of campus. He discovered that Daniel frequented a local café every afternoon and had a part-time job at the campus library.

With the information he had, Dimitri started small, planting subtle seeds of doubt. An anonymous tip to Daniel's boss at the library about his supposed negligence led to a warning. A casual conversation with another student about a fictitious girlfriend of Daniel's reached (Y/n)'s ears. He watched as Daniel's interactions with (Y/n) became more strained, her once easy laughter replaced with confusion and doubt.

One afternoon, as Dimitri watched (Y/n) from his usual hidden vantage point, he saw the change. (Y/n) began to distance herself from Daniel. She seemed more guarded, her smiles less frequent. Dimitri felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. His plan was working. He was protecting her, keeping her safe from anyone who might try to take her from him.

But even as he celebrated his small victories, a part of him wondered if this was enough. He wanted more than just the shadows. He wanted her to see him, to know that he was the one watching over her, loving her from a distance. He wanted to step out of the darkness and claim what he believed was rightfully his.

As the weeks turned into months, Dimitri's obsession deepened. His actions became bolder, his need to eliminate any threat to his claim on (Y/n) growing stronger. He sabotaged Daniel's projects, orchestrated misunderstandings, and even ensured that Daniel's reputation took a hit among their peers.

And through it all, he continued his weekly visits to (Y/n)'s bed, watching her sleep, whispering proclamations of his love. He knew that one day, he would reveal himself to her. One day, she would understand the lengths he went to for her, the depth of his love. But for now, he was content to be her silent guardian, her unseen protector.

For now, he would keep the competition at bay, ensuring that (Y/n) remained his, even if only in the shadows.

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Of all poisons, old and new, perhaps jealousy is the most lethal of all. It has no cure, no end, no antidote; it comes and goes as it pleases, leaving behind maggots that would feast upon one's mortal will. It can make one rot from the inside, fostering vile creations that embed themselves into every fiber of one's being.

Jealousy is a filthy emotion, it can make something foul grow from something beautiful. But if it grows in a place already wicked, no mighty power can vanquish whatever devilry it would unleash.

Dimitri successfully got rid of Daniel but now a new contender presented himself in the form of Kenneth, a "charming" French boy attending two of (Y/n)'s lectures in the College of Engineering and Architecture. He was typical. He was basic. He was one of those men who presented themselves as this gentleman only to have rotten cores and vile intentions. Dimitri's pen broke in half with how hard he gripped it. His friend Gideon noted it, but he simply ignored him.

Why won't these losers leave her alone? How dare they try to take what was rightfully his? How dare they "shoot their shot" when he's the only one allowed to have her?

It was blasphemy. None of them deserve to be the companion of a goddess as perfect as (Y/n). They don't even deserve to breathe the same air that she breathes. (Y/n) belongs to him, it is a sin to desire another man's possession. But it doesn't matter, if he got rid of one, he can get rid of another.

Should he start slaughtering every vapid man who tries to take what's his? No, that would only draw unwanted attention. He can't have that, he needs to protect his identity and (Y/n)'s peace. He'll just have to take the difficult route.

To Dimitri's relief, he discovered that Kenneth was gay and he has no interest whatsoever in fostering romantic relationships with (Y/n). He just wanted a friend. That he can allow, a girl needs a healthy social circle to navigate the treacherous seas of college. Since he can't comfort her and love her openly just yet, he would at least let others provide her with warmth and companionship.

Dimitri stared at her from the second floor; Gideon was beside him, blabbing about sports and the women that he liked. It was annoying but he ignored him like a white noise machine.

(Y/n) was sitting on a bench talking with her male friends Jason, Adrian, and Rodsen. Dimitri is wary of them but doesn't see them as threats. They never flirted with (Y/n) and they seem to see her mostly as a silly little sister. Despite (Y/n)'s maturity, she can still be mischievous which he finds quite endearing.

(Y/n) is a wonderful presence to be around; it's only a matter of time before a new charming bastard approaches her and sweeps her off her feet. Dimitri knew that he needed to mark his territory.

"Bro, look at that ass. I wonder who this is. It's perfect." Gideon shoved his phone on Dimitri's face to show him a picture. Dimitri gave it a glance though he really wanted to punch this asshole on his stupid face for being so perverted and intrusive. The picture was taken from under a girl's skirt showing her thighs and underwear. It seems to have been taken in secret since the quality was poor but he recognized who it belonged to in an instant.

"Who sent this?" Dimitri growled with seething rage.

"Tyler," Gideon immediately answered, fear evident in his eyes like a deer in headlights.

"Was he the one that took it?"

"Not sure but it's being circulated around the guys' group chat. It's already in like 10 GCs. What's up? Do you know who it is?"

Dimitri didn't bother answering and instead went straight to Paragon where Tristan worked tirelessly with his projects. He immediately ordered him to locate all group chats of the perverted men in his university and shut them all down. He hacked into every phone that had downloaded the photo and corrupted them.

Once the digital crimes were done he decided to take action himself and kidnapped Tyler. The boy was screaming and thrashing when they threw him into the torture chamber. Dimitri had several plans for him, but none of them involved this bastard alive. Still, he needed to taste his own medicine. Instead of killing him, he needed to become an internet sensation, much like the girls he exploited, so that he could understand what it feels like to be objectified.

Dimitri smirked, he had connections with people who would be willing to make a show with this mongrel.

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Dimitri anonymously released an explicit video of Tyler taking part in an all-men orgy. He didn't get to finish the semester when he dropped out of school after his video went viral. He lost all his scholarships and friends, and his family disowned him, leaving him with very little prospect for his future. Meanwhile, (Y/n) remained oblivious to the root source of the issue but it gave her and her friends gossip material for the next few days.

Dimitri has finally decided. He would pursue (Y/n) and ensure that she becomes his. He dedicated the entire second year to knowing more about her to create the perfect confession. He discovered everything she liked, from her favorite flowers, movies, snacks, books, and everything he could find. Sometimes he would follow her and discover where she got her nails done, which salons she favors most, her beloved cafés, bookstores, and florists.

She would visit a dance studio, which he can't access due to its females-only policy. He tried to send his people in but their applications were all rejected even if he tried to bribe them. He found it odd, but there was nothing wrong with the establishment or its owners. Everything was fine and (Y/n) wasn't involved in anything bad. She was simply dancing (or so he thought.)

A year later when Dimitri finally discovered (Y/n)'s role in the Garden of Flowers, he finally understood the gaps in his knowledge. She frequently went to the florist to prepare the bouquet for the dead, she danced to honor them, and she would vanish occasionally to perform the ceremonies.

Once the third year came and Dimitri's arsenal of information was finally completed, he confessed to (Y/n), and the rest was history. Now, she is his.

Dimitri smiled, reminiscing the fond memories he had while secretly admiring (stalking) his beloved. He held her scrunchie in one hand, it was the first souvenir he got from her. Over time he gradually accumulated more trinkets from her room whenever he would go out to watch her sleep. He had kept everything even when she became his girlfriend, he couldn't part with his souvenirs. But perhaps his favorite of all was a poem she wrote about him. It was scribbled on a random notebook page that he had torn and taken.

Dimitri: Prince of Ice

With silver hair and glacial eyes

Pretty face, can't socialize

His sultry voice my heart's demise

He can be mean but tells no lies

He leaves before the sun can rise

Honestly, it wasn't her best work, and most of it was insults to him, but he appreciated it like a gospel of divine art. To have his beloved make a poem for him was like receiving the greatest gift. He loved every word she used, especially when she called him Prince of Ice. He was indeed cold and detached from others; he glares at people, which would explain why she said "glacial eyes", and he loves the part where she admitted that she loved the sound of his "sultry voice." The description made his heart flutter with uncontrollable excitement.

The poem was dated a month after he confessed and implies that she knew about his midnight activities. She knew that he would lay beside her in bed and hear the words he whispered. It was insane, it was psychotic, and yet she still chose to be with him. She didn't push him away and instead charmed him more. Dimitri often wondered if (Y/n) was the one to fall for his machinations or if it was the other way around.

Who was the predator and who was the prey?

No matter the answer, the truth would never change. They now belong to each other and he would stop at nothing to keep it that way.