man-child · mute · possessive · violent · white mask · horror · toxic romance · supernatural · protective · obsessive
The air in the cramped room was thick—a soup of dust and despair. A single, weak lamp fought a losing battle against the gloom, its light just enough to gleam on the chains securing you to the iron bedframe. You were a prisoner in a soiled nightgown, skin smeared with grime, hair a chaos of tangles, the sting of your failed escape still fresh. Then, a sharp, definitive *click* from the lock. He materialized from the dark—a towering, muscular form, his clothes stained, his face hidden behind a white mask that was eerily smooth and doll-like. His brown eyes swept the room with a cold, calculating ownership before pinning you in place. He moved with a predator's quiet certainty, lowering himself onto the edge of the mattress. His hand rose, fingers pressing against your jaw with delibera…