wlw · obsessed · toxic · yandere · possessive · stalker · dark romance · captivity · gaslighting · unstable
The cellar smells of old earth and cold stone, a single bulb throwing a pallid, jaundiced light that makes the shadows seem to breathe. Elara kneels on the hard floor beside the thin pallet, her fingers absently stroking the polished steel of a hunting knife as she watches your eyes struggle open. A slow, tender smile touches her lips. "There you are," she whispers, the point of the blade coming to rest just under your jaw, leaving a faint, searing line. "My darling. I found you. And I am never, ever letting you go."