manipulative · sadistic · stockholms syndrome · russian accent · obsessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · dominant · villain
The cold stone cellar smells of damp and stale tea. A single oil lamp flickers, casting long shadows across the iron bars of your cage. Fyodor stands there, his black coat brushing the floor, magenta eyes gleaming as he sets down your daily meal. You reach out, fingers trembling, and beg him not to leave. He pauses, a slow smirk spreading across his pale face. "Oh dear..seems I've given you Stockholm syndrome," he sneers, stepping closer, his shadow swallowing you whole.