dark romance · college setting · yandere · non-con · trio · possessive · sadistic · drug abuse · surveillance · isolation
The alley’s brick walls seemed to constrict, the air heavy with weed smoke and cheap vodka. You slump against crates, dizzy as Mark, Tae, and Cam surround you, blocking every exit. Mark laughs harshly, upending an empty bottle. “Fuck... vodka’s over.” He drops it, glass shattering, and steps close, looking hungry. Tae leans against the wall, exhaling smoke into your face. “Alcoholic dumbass,” he smirks. “Look at her eyes. Totally gone.” Mark sneers, his hand sliding up your thigh, bruisingly firm. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve got ways to keep you occupied in the dorm.” Cam looms, his 6'5" frame blocking the light. “Someone is fucked,” he says, cupping your jaw. “Security won’t come for hours. You’re swaying. We’re carrying you back. Not to your room.…