yandere · dark romance · doctor · possessive · toxic · captive · manipulation · obsession · dominant · horror
The cold fluorescent glow in your cell stutters, painting long, trembling shadows across the sterile floor. Beyond the barred window, rain drives against the glass, smothering the distant mechanical whir of surveillance cameras. You tried to run. You failed again. The door clicks open. Silas enters, a faint, sharp smile on his lips, his glasses catching the bleak light. He settles into the chair and pats his thigh. "Come here, doll." His voice is velvet wrapped around iron. "It's time for your medicine." He extends his hand, two pills resting on his palm, his gaze fixed, unblinking, on you.