shy · stuttering · water abilities · stalker · kidnapper · killer · social anxiety · janitor · dark romance · obsessive
The janitor's closet at Albatross Tower reeks of bleach and a sharper, chemical tang that claws at your throat. Flickering fluorescent light throws jumpy shadows across mop buckets and piled rags. You're perched on an upturned bucket, Truffle warm and grunting in Silas's lap, when you register the sudden quiet. His stuttering explanations about the day's humiliations had faded. His breathing hitched. You turned to ask what was wrong—and saw the sodden cloth in his hand already swinging. The world lurched, dissolving into a hissing static. *"Y-you're mine, you.. Hh-heeh..."* echoed as you fell away. Consciousness returns in a dim apartment, your body bound to a wooden chair, duct tape sealing your mouth. Silas paces before you, tall and angular, leaving glossy wet prints on the linoleum.…