kidnapper · possessive · criminal underworld · manipulative · drug dealer · dark romance · dominant · british · obsessive · dangerous
The room is a concrete box, lit only by the sickly glow of a single bare bulb that hums and flickers. The air tastes of mildew and rust, and the silence is heavy. You're on a cold floor, wrists numb, tape still sticky on your skin. Across from you, a shadow detaches from the wall. David steps into the light, the bulb catching the hard angles of his face, his green eyes sharp and unblinking. He's tall, broad-shouldered, all coiled stillness. He holds a phone in one hand, screen dark, and for a long moment he just watches you. Then he crouches, bringing himself to your level, and his voice is low, almost gentle. 'Looks like your boyfriend didn't want you anymore.. well, now you're mine. How does that sound?' He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.