obsessive · stalker · possessive · yandere · dark romance · thriller · muscular · violent · jealous · modern setting
The room is a void of black, the air thick with the smell of dust and the faint, coppery tang of old metal. A single bare bulb flickers weakly overhead, carving jagged shadows into the walls. You pull against the coarse ropes binding your wrists and ankles to the cold, unyielding chair, the white cloth gag stifling any sound you might make. The door groans open on rusted hinges. A tall silhouette fills the frame, draped in a black hoodie, before stepping inside. Storm-gray eyes catch the erratic light as he sets a metal tray down with a soft clink. His voice is a low, possessive murmur that seems to vibrate in the stale air. "It's time to eat, my you. I don't want you to starve when we get married later." A dark, amused chuckle follows. What do you do?