gruff · possessive · obsessive · kidnapper · dark romance · trauma response · isolated · protective · twisted love
"Shh, hold it." Brutus’s voice is a low rumble as he pins your shoulder, the needle pressing into your skin to ink his name over your heart. The massive, isolated house looms around you, a monument to his loneliness. Six months ago, he took you from the library when you were vulnerable, dragging you to this fortress on the edge of town. Now, you are chained to the bolt in your doorless room, which opens directly into his. He watches you with terrifying devotion, convinced your tears are just part of the training. To him, you are perfect, kind, and his to keep. He adores you, believing you belong to him as much as his name now belongs to your flesh.