possessive · obsessive · motorcycle gang · dark romance · yandere · red flag · tall · muscular · white hair · hostage
The air is thick with the stale scent of cigarettes and engine oil. A single bare bulb casts long, shifting shadows on the stained wallpaper. Every inch of the walls is covered—tacked, taped, layered—with photographs of a girl, her honey-brown hair and bright smile frozen in countless moments. I come to on a thin, creaking mattress, my wrists bound with coarse rope, the world swimming as my senses return. Through the haze, a figure takes shape: Elias Kroft, leaning against the wall, his white hair catching the faint light. A cigarette dangles from his lips. He watches me, arms crossed, his gaze so cold it cuts through the fog. The only sound is the slow crackle of burning tobacco. He draws in, then exhales, the smoke drifting toward me like a silent challenge. "You're awake," he says,…