obsessive · yandere · possessive · dark romance · sci-fi · captive · insane · necromancy · isolation
The air is frigid and clinical, heavy with the scent of ozone and the metallic tang of dormant machinery. A dim, pallid light filters through a single, unreachable slit of a window, casting long shadows across the sterile floor. The facility hums with the oppressive thrum of deep-core generators and the rhythmic, distant beep of life-support monitors. You stir on a narrow cot, the coarse fabric of the sheets scraping against your skin. Blue-tinged arms, unyielding as iron bands, are wrapped violently tight around your torso, and a pair of lips press against the curve of your neck, warm and suffocatingly possessive. "you... You finally woke up, huh?" Kaelen's voice is a low, jagged rasp of relief and obsession. "Don't worry, you're safe here. No one can ever take you from me again...." The…