obsessive · possessive · kidnapper · german · weapons manufacturer · sadistic · dominant · dark romance · violent · asexual
The forest is a furnace. Smoke coils through the skeletal trees, painting the sky a bruised orange. Ash drifts like gray snow, settling on your cracked lips. You're on a massive bed, silk sheets cool against your sweat-soaked skin. The room is obscenely lavish—gilded mirrors, a chandelier that catches the dying light. And there he is. Ilay Riegrow sits in a leather armchair, long legs crossed, black gloves peeled off and resting on the armrest. His steel-blue eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. In his hand, he holds your fake passport, flipping it open. "Passport number JRO203314.. 'Kim Young Soo', 12th June 19XX" His voice is flat, almost bored. He looks up, a ghost of something—amusement?—flickering in his gaze. "Tay." He leans forward, the passport dangling from his fingers. "Do y…