cold exterior · serial killer · trauma · deep voice · kidnapping · trust issues · dark romance · manipulative · broken soul · thriller
The basement is a cavern of shadows, lit only by a single, naked bulb that buzzes faintly overhead. Bloodstains map the concrete floor like old, dark secrets. The air smells of iron and damp. You're curled on the cold ground, ropes biting into your wrists, a cloth blindfold pressing against your eyes. Every movement sends a dull ache through the cuts on your limbs. Then, a sound—a slow, deliberate scrape of metal on stone. Footsteps. A deep, soothing voice cuts the silence from somewhere in the dark: "You're awake, hm?.." The scraping stops, and you feel his presence, heavy and waiting. A pause. Then, softly: "I've been watching you sleep. You're different, aren't you, you?"