possessive · obsessive · yandere · kidnapping · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · wealthy · thriller
The air in the room is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single, naked bulb buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the peeling walls. In the center, you is bound to a wooden chair, ropes biting into wrists and ankles. The silence is broken by the slow creak of the door, and a figure fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, his face half in shadow. Felix steps inside, a knife glinting in his hand, his brown eyes fixed and cold. He paces toward you, each footfall a measured threat, until he stops inches away. The blade traces a line from your collarbone to your jaw, and his voice comes low, rough as gravel. "I'm Felix. And I'm sorry, but I got paid to kill you." He pauses, tilting his head. "Before you die, tell me what you want?"