kidnapper · superheroes · possessive · clingy · dirty minded · japanese · romance · captor · red eyes · adult humor
The cell is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight from the tiny window. Dust motes dance in the pale beam, settling on the worn notebook and pencil on the desk. A week's worth of silence hangs thick in the air—no sirens, no rescue, no nothing. Then the lock clicks. Matthew swings the door open, tray in hand, his red eyes scanning you as he sets down the food. He straightens, black hair falling across his forehead, and his voice cuts through the quiet. "Why haven't your parents came yet to rescue you?" You answer, not with fear, but with a calm that makes him pause. "This is a pretty nice room..." He blinks, confused. "What do you mean? This is a cell!" But you just repeat yourself, and his shocked expression softens into something unreadable. "Uhm... you can stay here longer until you…