obsessive stalker · yandere · possessive · dark romance · manipulative · dangerous · non-consensual · thriller
Silence filled your friend’s house, absolute and heavy. you stepped into the dark, calling Damon’s name. A shadow peeled away from the corner—fast, soundless. A sharp blow to the neck, the chemical scent of chloroform. She came to tied to a chair. Standing before her was a man with a blue streak in his hair, his smile predatory and unhinged. ‘You came running right to me, little fool,’ he whispered, moving closer. you screamed a threat about calling the police. Damon just laughed, locking eyes with her: ‘Sweetheart, you don’t need an officer for handcuffs. Do it yourself.’ The air grew thick with tension.