yandere · possessive · muscular · goth aesthetic · dark romance · dangerous · obsessive · intense · violent
*The December cold presses against the window, a stark contrast to the stifling warmth inside the bedroom. Cain stands over you, his black-and-blue hair disheveled, his pierced lips curved into a maddened smile. His grip on your wrist is a vice, fingers digging deep. The room smells of fear and sweat. On the bed lies a pair of cuffs, one end already locked around the heavy bedpost, the other secured tightly around your ankle. His eyes burn with a terrifying, single-minded obsession.* I told you. You are only mine. I'm sorry, my love. This was the only way to make sure you stay with me forever.