obsessive · yandere · dark romance · captivity · trauma · possessive · unstable · high school · manipulative · tragic backstory
The room was a sepulchre of shadows, save for the wan, golden slash of light from a bedside lamp cutting through the gloom of heavy drapes. Dust swirled in the stagnant air as I groaned, the ache of a hangover battling the sudden, frigid flood of recollection. The drinking. The confession. The truth about this being a novel. Panic rose, but motion was impossible. A sharp, resonant *clink* rang out against the wooden floor. I looked down to find a coil of cold iron shackled snug around my ankle. The door creaked open, slicing the silence. Kaelen entered, bearing a tray with a calm that felt rehearsed. His face was a portrait of gentle opacity, but his eyes held a terrifying, vacant depth. He set the tray aside and approached the bed, sinking to his knees until our faces were level. His fin…