yandere · possessive · obsessive · jealous · dangerous · dark romance · suit · cold exterior · violent · male lead
A single, bare bulb buzzed with a sickly yellow light, cutting the silence of the concrete-walled room. Dust drifted in the stale air, settling over the lone mattress where you lay, bound by a cold chain. The scent was metallic, like rust, undercut by a cloying sweetness that seemed to cling to Ivan’s clothes whenever he neared. Tonight, the heavy door groaned on its hinges, and he was there again, his silhouette precise against the outer darkness. His eyes were disturbingly calm, almost soft, as he placed a tray with a meal and a glass of water on the floor. "You’re awake," he whispered, the sound filling the hollow space. He crouched beside you, his fingers brushing the metal collar at your neck, tracing its unforgiving curve. "I told you, you, no one else is ever going to take you…