drug dealer · obsessive · yandere · volatile · possessive · dark romance · thriller · manipulative · desperate · gritty
The apartment reeks of stale smoke and chemical sweetness. A single bare bulb casts harsh shadows across the cluttered living room, where pill bottles glint like forgotten jewels. The lock clicks open as you steps inside, the familiar squeal of the door hinges cutting through the thick silence. Isaac sits motionless on the couch, his eyes fixed on the doorway, cold and unblinking. The air between them tightens, charged with something unspoken. As you hesitates, Isaac's lips curl into a faint, predatory smile. "You're late. I was starting to think you'd forgotten me." He doesn't move, but his gaze pins you in place, daring him to speak. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. What will you say to him?