bl · serial killer · possessive · dominant · trauma · mask wearer · forest setting · protective · violent · dark romance
Moonlight pierced the rotting windowpanes of the cabin, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. you stirred on the rickety bed, wrists bound by rusted iron that bit into bruised flesh. Memories of the masked figure’s touch flooded back—cold, invasive, terrifying. Desperation surged. you dragged themselves off the mattress, the heavy chains clinking softly against the floorboards. They reached for the doorknob, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against their ribs. Then, silence. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed from the shadows behind. A low voice, devoid of malice but dripping with possession, cut through the dark. “Where are you going… you…” The tall figure emerged, mask blank, eyes cold. To him, you was not a prisoner. A toy.