⎡ Imma do a little shout out to Leos. Why? I am a Leo! So hellos! ;) ⎤

The stage was your life growing up. Your father was a director for a theater group Grandeur Marat. You had seen him direct plays and developed an interest in it. When you reached an appropriate age, your father allowed you to participate in the plays. You loved every second of it and got along well with the performers.

You were now an adult, and your father was still directing. The play this year was that of a tragedy. Everyone was waiting excitedly for the role they were going to get. You had never gotten the lead role, but you were hoping this time you would.

"Eloise will be Janneth's mother," your father announces. As he lists off the who is playing who, you wait for your name to be called. "The role of Janneth goes to F/n." You smiled when you heard this. You got the role of the female lead! Your friends congratulate you, and you smile and congratulate them as well. Your father waits for everyone to quiet down before continuing.

"Now that casting is out of the way. I would like to tell you some very interesting news. Lord Luc Delacroix will be attending the very first show." Luc Delacroix was a lord who had an infamous reputation. His mother was an opera singer, and his father was a Lord. He was born out of wedlock, but because he was the lord's only son, he was legitimized. He was known for being a perfectionist and wouldn't settle for anything less than perfect.

"Why would he come to our theater, though?" Eloise asks. Grandeur Marat mainly catered to the middle class. Your theater was small in comparison to others but more affordable. It was odd that a lord would come to a small theater.

"He apparently loves this play. He has been going to several theaters that showcased it. I don't know how he learned about ours, but he did," your father explains.

"If that is the case, then let's make sure we do a perfect job. After all, we might just get ourselves another donor," Silvain says happily. Silvain was playing the Janneth's dead lover, Ivan and he was also a good friend of yours. Everyone nods in agreement and preparations for the play got underway.

Luc Delacroix was sitting in his study. He had heard of the Grandeur Marat performing Dawn of the New Beginning. It was an old play, and no one has performed it until just recently. He loved the performing arts and was an active sponsor for plays, but only if they pleased him. He had very keen eyes. If the actor wasn't putting their all into their work, he would be displeased with the whole play. He wouldn't accept anything less than perfection.

It was why he went to see the same play in different theaters. He was trying to find the one worth sponsoring. He had gone to five other theater houses, and he was disappointed. None of the actors seemed to portray what he wanted. Maybe a small theater house would have what he wanted as they never did seem to go over the top.

It was the night of the play, and you were rather nervous. You were worried you would forget your lines or screw up other things. You had learned that Luc Delacroix was out looking for the perfect representation of the story. If you were to succeed, there would be a possibility that he would sponsor you.

Luc sat in one of the stage boxes (a special area to view the plays). Was this play going to fail him like every other, or would it capture his attention? The play soon began, and he watched with scrutiny. They weren't acting the way he wanted, but they were better than others until you appeared on stage.

You played your character perfectly. His eyes always found his way to you, and the way you portrayed your character was flawless to him. You had something he wanted. The play was over, and Luc made his way to your father.

"May I speak to your cast?" He asks. Your father nods and round everybody up. When you see who it is, you stiffen up a bit. Lord Delacroix smiles at you all. "I have seen variations of this play. I believe myself to be correct when I say yours is the best. Since you guys managed to even please me, I would like to have you all perform for me personally."

"I am sure my employees would love to. Just tell us when and where."

"The Delacroix estate tomorrow at six in the evening. The show you put on today was okay. I do expect better tomorrow." That is all he says before he leaves.

"He really is a perfectionist," Silvain whispers. You nod in agreement. Pleasing this man was going to be difficult which made you worried. Luc has shut down theater groups. Everyone rehearsed when they could and corrected whatever flaws they had.

You had arrived at the estate with the group and was helping them set up. You saw Lord Delacroix and greeted him. He smiled at you before offering his hand.

"Join me, will you?" He asks. You turn to your father and he nods. You hesitantly take his arm, and he guides you through the house explaining things to you. "You did your role perfectly," he says to you. You look down.

"Thank you."

"Your fellow actors could learn a thing or two from you," he says. "I have seen many plays. To be honest, your theater group was the best from what I have seen⎯⎯⎯not perfect though." you stop in your tracks. He looks at you.

"If we don't meet your expectations, what are you going to do?"

"I won't shut down your group if that is what you are wondering." You inwardly let out a sigh of relief. "I simply won't sponsor your plays. If you do meet my standards, I will be more than happy to be a sponsor."

"Thank you," you reply. Soon the play commences and everyone acts flawlessly in your opinion. You had noticed halfway through the play that Luc's eyes would always be on you, even when you weren't doing anything in particular. You brushed it off and continued what you have been doing.

The play ended and Luc came to greet the cast. The look on his face was not pleasant. "I thought I told you, I wanted a perfect performance and yet get mediocrity." All of you grimaced at his words. "I ask one thing and yet you couldn't even deliver that. To embarrass me in front of my associates." The people who came to the play congratulated you saying, 'You did a job well done'. You clench your fist in anger. "I guess I can overlook it though since one of you actually did a good job," he says looking at you. "You should feel happy F/n. Your acting secured your group a sponsor."

You look at your friends and none of them seems happy hearing news about the sponsor and you weren't either. You walk up to Luc. "Forgive me, Lord Delacroix, our theater group does not need you to be our sponsor." he glares at you.

"Why?"

"You see. As a group, we wanted to win your approval. But if you are only doing this because one of his pleased you, it isn't really worth anything to the rest. In Grandeur Marat, we all succeed or we all fail. If my friends have failed your expectations, then I myself have failed for not being able to help them." You chose your words carefully. One wrong statement can destroy everything.

"I see." He turns to your father. "Your opinion on this."

"It was my daughter that won your approval for sponsorship. I believe it is her right to choose what happens." Everyone soon leaves and you are soon expressing your opinion.

"I can't believe his nerve! We did our very best, and I am okay with criticism, but the way he phrased it made it sound like you guys did nothing." Your father pats your back reassuringly.

"We can't please everyone in the world. We must accept what happened and move on."

"I'm sorry about declining the offer for sponsorship." Your father smiles at you.

"Had he said the same thing to me, I would have rejected him at a moment's notice. Besides, him not sponsoring us doesn't hurt us financially. We cater to the middle class anyway. It may not be as glamorous, but it is much more fun." You lean into your dad as you head home.

Luc had not once contacted your group, and you thought the whole ordeal blew over. Luc still thought about what you said. 'You had humiliated him,' he thought. Rejecting his offer to be a sponsor when other theater houses hoped he would look their way. You were the best actress he had seen in years. You were perfect until that incident.

He looks at your picture. He had sent a private eye to learn about you in detail. You were certainly a different type of girl in the era. Every day, the private eye would tell him all about what he had learned and Luc found it all so interesting. You had the potential to be perfect. Being the perfectionist he was, he was going to fix it.

You were rehearsing when a messenger gave you a letter. It was from Luc. The content of the letter stated you had to come to his estate alone. You were planning on ignoring him, but the way the letter was phrased made it sound threatening. You felt something very wrong. Nevertheless, you still went.

When you arrived you were shown to a room. The room had pictures of you in and out of plays. You were trembling slightly when you saw photos of you with others in it. What made you tremble was that their faces were crossed out.

"They weren't perfect," Luc whispers into your ear. You turn around terrified. "They didn't seem worthy to be by your side."

"Shouldn't I be the judge of that?" You ask as you back away.

"Perhaps, but I know what is better for you," he says making his way closer. "You were perfect until you declined my offer. You ruined my little fantasy and now I know why. Grandeur Marat needs to disappear in order for you to be perfect."

"What do you mean disappear? Why do they have to disappear?"

"You are too attached to it. I don't like it. You are better than them so naturally, you need to be in a more suited environment."

"Don't shut them down. Please," you beg. Luc looks at you and then nods.

"I guess there is one other way." You look up at him. "You leave them instead."

"Leave them?"

"Yes. If you do, you allow your own father to stay in business, and keep those actors and stagehands in business."

"... Fine." you agree trying not to cry. Luc hugs you.

"Fear not, my dear. I will make you perfect."

⎡ Does this even count as yandere? Eh, whatever I am happy with it. ⎤

Edited by WrappedInABlanket