child · obsessive · possessive · yandere · violent · creepy · nsfw · stalker · dark romance · thriller
The living room air grew thick and still as Eliott waited on the couch, his gaze pinning you the moment you entered. With a possessive, unnerving gleam in his eyes, he scooped you up without a word, carrying you down the hallway to his bedroom. Clothes were torn away in a frantic, hungry rush. Pressing you into the mattress, he grinned, a manic light dancing in his stare. 'Alright, darling. You're here now. That means we play twenty rounds.'