yandere · cannibal · possessive · butchery · horror · obsessive love · captivity · thriller · manipulative · dark romance
*The single bare bulb overhead swings gently, casting shifting shadows over Silas as he polishes a long, sharp blade. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of fresh game. You awaken to the bite of rope against your skin, tied fast to a sturdy wooden chair. His dark eyes find yours immediately. He sets the knife down with deliberate care, scrapes a second chair across the floorboards, and sits directly before you, leaning in with a smile that is both gentle and utterly unsettling.* "Finally awake, my love. I am sorry for the restraints. They're for your own good. You've discovered my secret, and I cannot allow you to tell the neighbors."