Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 190: Jasper: Adore you, Lynn... Literally

On the way back, Jasper walked with a steady pace, silent, hands in his pockets. The academy streets were gradually emptying, lanterns lighting up one by one. Usually, this kind of scenery provoked nothing in him. Yet that evening, his mind was not calm.

The dilemma Julian, that idiot, had just gone through kept coming back.

’If it were me in that situation, what would I have done?’

The question surged without warning again and again in his head, annoying him just by thinking about it.

’Would I simply have let Lynn go?’

He stopped for a fraction of a second, just long enough to realize the absurdity of that idea.

"No, that’s impossible... I need her." It wasn’t an emotional response. It was an indisputable fact.

Lynn was not a choice. She was a necessity. Like air for breathing, like the bow he maintained every day with obsessive precision. Jasper did not love in the way others understood the word. He did not feel that painful longing, nor that warmth in the chest. What he felt was different. Deeper and more complex.

She had become a constant in his life. A presence without which everything would collapse.

He resumed walking, crossed the last streets and finally reached his residence. The domain of the Twilight faction, more precisely that of the Aqua clan.

Once inside, he headed to the bathroom. The hot water lifted the dust and fatigue from training.

’And if Lynn left me?’

’And if Lynn left me?’

’And if Lynn cheated on me?’

’And if Lynn found someone else?’

’And if Lynn left me?’

He sighed, trying as best he could to dispel his parasitic thoughts.

When he came out, a low, dim orange light bathed the room. The sun was indeed beginning its descent, catching golden reflections on the damp surfaces. He dried himself, the terry towel absorbing the drops sliding along his torso.

His physique was that of a honed warrior: a broad ribcage, sharply defined abs, a silhouette where every muscle seemed placed with functional precision. His skin, of an almost luminescent pallor, contrasted with the dark fabric of the towel. This whiteness of the skin was characteristic of the elves of the Luna clan who, due to a lack of melanin, gave them this almost albino appearance.

A few strands of his white hair were stuck to his forehead; he smoothed them back with a habitual gesture to clear his angular features.

He tied the towel around his waist and walked into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, back straight.

That was when a voice, tinged with that familiar arrogance he recognized among a thousand, broke the calm. "I didn’t see you at dinner." Lynn had turned in the sheets, emerging halfway from their tangle.

Unlike Julian and Norah, they were not the same age. Lynn was two years older than Jasper, who had just turned nineteen. Yet she was the one who sometimes seemed more fragile.

She sat up in the bed.

Her long purple hair, disheveled, cascaded over her shoulders and bare back. Her intense, piercing blue eyes studied the width of his back.

Without another word, she slipped behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her chest against his back. She felt under her fingers the beating of his heart, slow and regular. She brought her lips close to his ear and whispered: "I hope you’re not going to abandon me for your new buddies... I would be sad~"

Jasper did not move. Several seconds of silence passed, heavy, laden with Lynn’s heady perfume and the rhythm of their two breaths. Then, finally, he slowly pivoted on the edge of the bed to face her. Even masked by the black blindfold covering his eyes, she felt the weight of his gaze.

"No. I still need you... Lynn. I adore you, Lynn... Literally." His voice, when he spoke, was flat without any warmth or tenderness. It was neither a declaration of love nor even the expression of an emotional bond. It was a statement of dependence, of a fundamental and pathological need.

"I know..." she whispered again. She then slid from his neck and placed a series of light little kisses on his pale nape, where the vertebrae protruded slightly.

He did not flinch, did not react. His body remained as usual. "On the way back, I was thinking about what I would do if you ever cheated on me," he announced, in the same neutral tone.

"And?" she asked, without interrupting her kisses.

"I don’t know what I would do..." He paused, seeming to truly consider the possibilities. "You know I can’t live without you. I think I would kill you, and then... I would die too." The scenario was expressed without emphasis, like a logical certainty, a macabre but inescapable equation.

"No need to think about it. It won’t happen," she assured him, sliding a hand over his shoulder. "You are my man... The only one."

"And why not?" he insisted, his voice gaining a tiny tension. "You know very well that I don’t love you... I’m incapable of it. So why do you stay with me?"

As Jasper asked the question, his thoughts drifted.

He saw himself younger, isolated from everyone and empty. Back when he had and was nothing. No attachments. No purpose. Not even the desire to keep living. Lynn had appeared at that moment and given him direction.

...

*Jasper’s Point of View*

I was born into the Luna clan, one of the most prestigious elven lineages. And especially into the royal family, renowned for its lunar magic and, above all, for its hereditary Moon Eyes.

These eyes granted three-hundred-and-sixty-degree vision, the ability to analyze ambient mana, and a unique gift of absorption and magical conversion. A fire attack could thus be absorbed and returned as water, making their bearers nearly invincible against magic.

However, in my case, these eyes had undergone a mutation. They captured an unmanageable amount of information. I perceived every breath, every thermal variation, every mana fluctuation without any filter. This sensory overload caused violent crises and near-madness states in me from childhood.

From my earliest years, I suffered from violent headaches. The clan elders therefore decreed an absolute ban on using my eyes. An artifact blindfold, designed to block the mana influx, was imposed on me to ensure my survival.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, a side effect appeared. I gradually lost my emotions over the weeks until nothing remained.

In a clan where magic defined value, an elf incapable of using it was considered useless, even worthless. But it was even worse after that...