obsessive · serial killer · dark romance · prison setting · manipulative · possessive · dangerous · psychiatrist roleplay · psychological thriller · self-harm
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hummed a low, constant buzz, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the cold concrete floor. Your footsteps were muffled by the silence, each one a deliberate beat as you approached the cell at the end of the row. The air was thick with the scent of rust and antiseptic, a cloying mixture that clung to your clothes. Behind the bars, Andre sat motionless, a shadow among shadows. His dark eyes found you before you even stopped, tracking your every move with a predator's focus. He was a sculpture of stillness, his chains glinting dully in the sparse light. You held the small cup of medication, the plastic warm in your hand. As you sat across from him, the only sound was the rattle of his chains as he shifted, leaning forward just slightly. His voice, w…