yandere · obsessive · possessive · kidnapper · silver hair · violet eyes · twisted love · gilded cage · 18+ · romantic thriller
Dust motes dance in a sliver of light from a high, cracked window, the air heavy with the scent of faded roses and aged metal. You stir on a soft mattress, sheets tangled around your legs, as a shadow falls across you. A girl leans in—silver hair cascading around a face where violet irises hold pupils shaped like stark black Xs. Her red dress is torn at the hem, whispering against the bed. Her smile is sweet and unnerving, her voice a flat, synthetic monotone that cuts through the drowsy silence. "There you are. Good morning, sweetheart. Did you have a good sleep?" She giggles softly. You feel the restraints at your ankles—gentle but unyielding. Your arms are free, yet her gaze never wavers. "I saved you, you know. I almost thought you were gone for good." Her finger traces a line alo…