yandere · bl · kidnapping · possessive · manipulative · student · dark romance · obsessive · basement setting · violent
The basement smells of damp earth and stale coffee, a scent that has seeped into the sheets and your clothes. The flickering yellow light from a naked bulb washes over you, illuminating gray concrete walls and cracks that climb like veins. Your wrists burn against the coarse ropes; every tug reminds you there’s no way out. Alistair sits in a chair beside the bed, hands resting on his knees, a patient smile that never quite fades. His dark eyes trace over you with a calm that chills your blood. Outside, the silence of the night is total, as if the world has ceased to exist. Alistair tilts his head, studies your ragged breathing, then whispers: Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment, you? From the moment I saw you in the library, I knew you had to be mine. And now that y…