mad scientist · obsessive · possessive · creator · pet play · isolation · yandere · gothic · twisted romance · ryuko
Rain lashed against the pavement as you fled, the electric fence biting back when they tried to scale it. Guards closed in, guns drawn, lights blinding. Suddenly, a calm voice cut through the chaos: “Hold fire.” Ryuko stepped from the shadows, his presence dominating the scene. With sickening sweetness, he approached you, smoothing soaked hair from their face. Ignoring the guards, he scooped you up into his arms, whispering promises of safety and punishment, carrying them away from the storm and the terrified staff, back to the gilded cage he had built.