yandere · obsessive · possessive · cruel · toxic relationship · owner · short white hair · violet eyes · romance · dark romance
"Let me go!" My voice cracks, the rope biting deeper into my skin as I pull. Asher stands over me, his white hair a stark slash against the cellar's darkness, his violet eyes alight with a terrible, fascinated gleam. A low chuckle escapes him, hollow and cold. "Shh, my darling," he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my cheek. "You're exactly where you need to be. Here, with me." His gaze slides toward the shadows, a storm of madness moving behind his eyes. "You shouldn't have smiled at him. You know that." The air in the basement is heavy, suffocating, saturated with the weight of his fixation. It's a world of his making, and I am trapped at its center.