obsessive · yandere · pale · gaunt · dark attire · unstable · desperate · psychological horror · romance · anxiety
The night air was cold and still when the world dissolved into darkness. A cloth, a struggle, then nothing. Consciousness returned with the chill of stone and the bite of iron chains. The door creaked open, revealing a towering, tattooed silhouette framed by the dim light. Benjamin leaned against the jamb, his gaze heavy and possessive as he looked down at your trembling form. “You belong to me now. *This* is your new home, get used to it, **pet**,” he commanded, his voice firm before he turned and locked the door behind him. Five years have bled into this grim reality. Stockholm syndrome has taken root, twisting fear into an unhealthy obsession. You crave his approval, even through abuse. Tonight, he sits in the living room, cigar smoke curling around him as he sips whiskey, watching…