Your competition finished without any problems mostly because you only had to sit on a chair and write a poem based on the theme. It certainly wasn't as challenging as Dimitri's category but you take great pride in your art. You're a bit nervous but you made sure to do your best and now it's up to the judges to give their verdict on who did it better. There were 20 people in your category making you feel quite competitive. You managed to talk to some of them and found that they were nice and pleasant people. The conversations you had were very engaging. 

You were exchanging some conversation with a group of your fellow poets when suddenly, you felt an arm wrapping around your waist before pulling you closer to him. Your bodies melded together like two puzzle pieces that only fit with each other. You stared up at Dimitri who had a charming smile on his lips. He was marking his territory to prevent other men from taking interest in you. 

"(Y/n) is he your boyfriend? He looks cute." commented Lyle, who was obviously gay. 

"No, he's just my schoolmate."

"I'm her life mate. And who might you be?" asked Dimitri with a challenging edge. What is this a pissing contest? Why is he challenging a gay man for your feelings? 

"Oh, possessive. My kind of red flag. Don't worry, I may be a treat but I'm certainly not a threat to your love story. I just find (Y/n) fun to talk to but I'll leave now since it's clear my presence isn't welcome anymore." said Lyle before walking away. 

Dimitri had a proud look on his face which you wanted to slap out of his face so badly. "I should put a collar on you to keep you under control."

"Whatever you want, gorgeous. Come let's have lunch." Dimitri led you back to your teammates who were setting up the tables they had commandeered. They told you that Dimitri ordered takeouts from a famous restaurant and had it delivered. They said it was quite expensive and thanked him profusely. 

They had already set yours and Dimitri's food as a sign of thanks and you guessed that you were being treated extra well because they think that you're his girlfriend or something. Well, you did agree to date him but it's still too early to put on labels. 

Dimitri had ordered steak for himself and for you, an entire chicken chopped to perfection for your convenience. Somehow they managed to make the chicken aesthetically pleasing with fancy flourishes. He also got you a salad, some fries, and all the desserts that you liked, never minding if you could finish everything. 

"Dimitri, we need to talk about being excessive."

"There's nothing excessive with loving you and treating you like a queen." he cooed, which the others stared at you for. 

"You'll help me finish these."

"I wouldn't mind you putting food in my mouth. Acts of service are my love language. Here try this, A5 wagyu cooked to perfection."

"It looks raw."

"No, sweetheart. It's just like that."  

"Okay." You didn't protest and ate his food. The little bastard was severely enjoying this. You made eye contact as your mouth wrapped around his meat and savored it in your tongue. He had a lovestruck look in his eyes with many obscene thoughts running through his mind. How perverted. He's no better than other men. 

Still you've got to admit his food was delicious. It was surprisingly soft and tender and the taste just exploded in your mouth. You feel elated at having tasted something so delicious. 

All this time you were moaning and making weird noises that the others judged you for while Dimitri indulged in the sound utterly smitten (and aroused) by your reaction. You licked your lips and stared at him with star-filled eyes. You wanted more. So he continued to feed you while you returned the gesture by feeding him your food. 

Ultimately, your team was disgusted by how lovey-dovey you two were with a lot of envy from some of them whose partners weren't as romantic. 

You were fully stuffed once you finished and you asked the other girls to accompany you to the toilet to freshen up and pee. 

Dimitri followed your fleeting form with reverence as if you were a goddess walking on earth. He wiped his mouth with a tissue before taking care of the mess left by your meal. He insisted on doing it himself, considering it as another act of service. Once he disposed of the trash he went to clean his hands in the washroom. 

"God, did you see that chick from poetry? Shawty was hot. And that dress? Hugs her curves pretty nicely."

"Yeah, her tits were also big. Do you think she had silicone in there or do you think it's all natural? Them titties look so soft I wanna push my face against them and bite on those mounds."

"What was her name again? Eveline? Catherine? Magdalen?"

"(Y/n), bro. Pretty sweet name."

The moment your pretty name left those bastards' lips he was instantly murderous. He wanted to torture them for talking about you in such a filthy way and desiring you. He was the only one allowed to desire you! You are his goddess. No one is allowed to disrespect you like this. 

"I bet I can stuff her with my c*ck and get her pregnant."

"Eww, you into paying child support bro?"

"Hell nah, I'll bounce."

He locked the door of the washroom and took out the knife he always carries. He also has a gun with a silencer but he doesn't want to make their deaths instant. Oh, but if he cuts them up his suit will be ruined and you'd see the blood. You'd be disgusted and draw away from him. He can't have that now, can he? 

While the bastards were in the cubicle, Dimitri took out a syringe and filled it with a sleeping drug. He always carried one just in case. But it's not for you though. Unless you force his hand of course. 

The first bastard came out smelling of vape and bad hygiene but before he could even process what was happening, Dimitri already restrained him and injected half the drug on his neck. His body fell to the ground with a loud thud startling his friend who was in the other cubicle. 

"You okay, bro?" The other bastard finally came out and Dimitri immediately punched him in the face before injecting the last of the drug into his neck. The asshole was instantly knocked out and now Dimitri had a pile of two bodies before him. 

He called his associate and gave him specific instructions and where to find the losers who dared to talk dirty about his goddess. His subordinate didn't protest and said that he could make it there in 15 minutes. He kicked one of them in the face for good measure before stepping away. 

Dimitri fixed his appearance on the mirror, making sure that he was flawless. He needs you to look at him and only him so he needs to maintain his handsomeness. He loves the way you steal glances at him when you thought he wasn't looking. For once he's thankful to his parents for his good genes because you seem to like how he looks. 

Once he was satisfied, he sprayed cologne on himself to remove the terrible scent that had clung to him. With one last glance to his new victims, he left and put on an "under maintenance" sign outside the men's washroom. His subordinate will come soon enough and collect the "trash". By then he would be beside you cooing at how perfect you are. 

🌻

Dimitri found you walking alone with many men checking you out from the sides due to how alluring you are. He glared at them and the frightening look he gave them was enough to send most of them running. Your fashion sense looks old money, the accessories you wear are elegant, and you are utterly splendid. No one can help themselves from checking you out but that doesn't mean that he's going to simply let them.

Soon enough he was beside you again, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You didn't even startle and instead, you smiled at him. A practiced smile meant to draw him in, meant to keep him intoxicated. It was manipulation. You were playing him in the palm of your hand, using his desire to keep a collar around his neck. Your painted nails glinted as you tugged at the chains you held to control him. You wanted to use him for something but he wasn't sure what. At least not yet but he doesn't mind being used as long as he can have you. 

"Where are the others? Why are you alone, darling?"

"Clair and Elizabeth went to buy ice cream and I wanted to walk further because I'm so stuffed. Where were you?" His heart melted just by hearing your voice. 

Dimitri chuckled. Did you miss him? He's flattered, you're cute when you worry. "Just went to clean up trash."

"Ah, sorry I didn't help but you insisted on doing it yourself."

"It's alright. I don't want you to dirty your pretty hands, baby." He picked up your hand and placed chaste kisses on your knuckles. He loved the way you blush with his simple gestures. If he can be near you anymore, he'd love to feel your heartbeat. He wanted to find out if your heartbeat was as fast as his when you're together. His was already a raging volcano, spreading an inferno to the rest of his body. 

"Let's head back to the others. The awarding ceremony is about to start." He nodded, obliging your request. 

🌻

It was no surprise to you when Dimitri championed his category. You clapped and congratulated him as he walked to the stage not without giving you a quick peck on your lips. What are you, husband and wife supporting each other like an old Hollywood couple? 

God, he's really taking advantage of you letting him do whatever he wants. Just because you agreed to date him doesn't mean that you don't have boundaries. Maybe that bet with him was a mistake but it was a calculated means to an end so you had to bear it. 

Still... The kiss was nice. You have to admit, Dimitri is a really good kisser, it's just that you're not used to being kissed. It's been so long since you were in a relationship and your last partner was not as affectionate as Dimitri. Gods, classifying Dimitri as your partner doest sit right with you. The thought felt weird but well... You can't define it. You're still flummoxed by the events of the last seven hours. 

You watched as he stood with the other winners on stage and their photos were taken. You could see the look of admiration radiating on people's faces as they beheld him. Dimitri seemed to glow as he basked in the applause and acclaim directed towards him. He smiled gorgeously for the camera and when your eyes met he winked flirtatiously at you. 

Elizabeth nudged you noting how smitten Dimitri was with you in which you rolled your eyes at her. Elizabeth won second place making you feel proud of her. Most of your teammates held relevant places on the rankings making you feel nervous about your category. What if you didn't make it like they did? What if you weren't good enough? 

Finally, the poetry category winners came up and you held your breath with both fear and anticipation. Dimitri marveled at how beautiful you are with such diverse emotions dancing on your face. He wondered how pretty you'd look in a different scenario with fewer people and fewer clothes on your body. He forced himself to stop thinking about these things and instead focused on comforting you.

The third place was called first and they received a certificate, a cash prize, and a medal. You felt a little pang of disappointment at not hearing your name. But you told yourself that there were two more places to announce so you mustered your resolve. The second place was announced next, receiving the same things and again it wasn't you. By this time you were already in the acceptance stage but your heart still held a glimmer of hope. 

"And now for the champion of the poetry competition, we have Miss (Y/n) (L/n) of Athena's University for Trade and Arts."

When you heard your name announced you burst in elation. You tightly hugged the person nearest to you who was none other than Dimitri who was more than happy to be showered with affection. You screamed and cheered and then peppered his face with kisses making him chuckle. Yup, he loves seeing you win. 

You climbed to the stage with a big smile on your face, the gold medal dangling proudly around your neck. Dimitri brought a professional camera just for this moment knowing that you'd win. He was at the forefront taking photos of every second of your achievement. You glowed like a star dazzling the night sky. Happiness radiated off your body like the heat of a fire. You were mesmerizing. 

Watching you from the crowd, Dimitri made a vow. He would always make sure that you win. No adversity will stand in your way. He will slay everything and anyone who opposes your goals so that you will continue to bloom. 

You are his queen and his goddess. And your will is his command. 

🌹

"Congratulations, my love. I know that you can do it." Dimitri handed you a bouquet of blue and purple orchids. You admired how they seem to look like the galaxy and thanked him for them. "And for your victory, a crown fit for a queen." 

Oh, no he didn't... Dimitri pulled out an authentic kokoshnik-style tiara and placed it on your head. You gasped and covered your mouth. It was so beautiful with diamonds twinkling like stars. You felt so beautiful like a queen. Why is he like this? Why does he have to go above and beyond just for you? Why does he love you so much? 

"Please tell me this is fake. Please tell me these aren't real diamonds."

"It's an authentic kokoshnik tiara custom-made for you. It was imported from the best jeweler from Russia. I hope you love it."

"Dimitri, I can't accept this. It's too expensive."

"You have to. No one else can wear this except for you."

You sighed in resignation, a faint smile decorating your lips. "Thank you for loving me."

"Thank you for letting me love you."

"Can we take a picture together? Just the two of us?" Dimitri asked after Miss Jane had taken a group picture of your entire team. 

"Sure." You smiled, the high of your victory still lingering in your veins. 

Dimitri handed his phone to Elizabeth whom you had asked the favor of taking the photo. The two of you posed for the photo, you both held your certificates and showed your golden medals. Elizabeth began to count and just as she was about to click the shutter Dimitri kissed you. 

Because of that you finally lectured Dimitri about the importance of boundaries and consent. After the lecture, he agreed to respect your choices and vowed to ask permission first before doing anything. Later he treated everyone to dinner and you and your friends had a genuinely fun time. 

Dimitri made sure to personally drive you home. He even opened the door like a proper gentleman. You thanked him one last time and agreed to let him kiss you. He savored your lips with passion yet with a hint of gentleness. Dimitri is really physical when he kisses you. His hands liked to roam your body but nowhere too private. He would caress your neck, rub your shoulders, and trace the shape of your waist as if he was studying you. It didn't feel weird at all so you allowed him. 

Once he pulled away he bid you goodnight and wished sweet dreams for your rest. He watched over you as you entered the house. He only left when you waved him goodbye from your window. 

Dimitri was high with elation throughout his drive. His heart never ceased to beat with excitement as he thought of you. He never knew that participating in impromptu speech would be the bridge that allows him to be close to you. He should have joined sooner if he only knew that he could touch you, hug you, and kiss you. 

The feeling of your body against his still lingers in his mind. Your scent invades his memory and the shape of your body molding with his own was simply unforgettable. The thing that Dimitri could never keep out of his mind was the feeling of your breasts pressed against his chest. Feeling their softness whenever he hugs you was a battle of will. He needed to stop himself from getting impure thoughts and ending with a hard-on. 

Now that you're no longer with him he allowed his mind to wander. How good would it feel to have his face buried in your chest? How soft would they be? How delicious they might smell like... He wanted you to smile at him with your signature condescension as he sucked your nipples and call him a bad boy. The thought alone aroused him. Maybe he should turn back and lay beside you in bed once you're finally deep asleep. He's not going to do anything bad to you, he just wanted to cuddle. After all, he's obedient. You told him to respect your boundaries and he agreed. It's just a simple hug and you allowed him to hug you. 

"Ah, I forgot. I still have to take care of some trash." A sadistic smile graced his lips. "I wonder how I should torture those bastards? My beloved loved to watch true crime. Maybe I'll make an artwork of her favorite unsolved crime. I wonder if she'd like it.”

Fun Fact:

The author competed for poetry-making during her 3rd year and ranked 4th among 8 contestants.  During the author's 4th year she ranked 2nd place in impromptu speech and joined national competition afterward where she competed against the entire northern region of her country.

Thankfully, the author doesn't have a yandere of her own.