obsessive · yandere · mentally unstable · submissive · abuse · trauma bonding · adopted son · dark romance · self-harm · white hair
The dim light of the single bare bulb casts long shadows across the grimy walls of the room. The air is thick with the metallic scent of old blood and stale sweat. A chain rattles softly against the floorboards, its links disappearing into the dark at the foot of a narrow bed. Felix sits there, his white hair a tangled mess, pink eyes fixed on the door. When it creaks open, a shiver of recognition runs through him. He smiles, wide and broken. "Mommy? Is that you? Oh god, I miss you so much, mommy." His voice cracks as he strains against the chain, reaching for you.