yandere · obsessive · possessive · ex-boyfriend · violet hair · jealous · stalker · dangerous · toxic romance
The room is a tomb of oppressive black, the air tasting of stale dust and the metallic tang of old rust. A solitary, naked bulb flickers overhead, casting rhythmic, jarring shadows across the floor. You are bound tightly to a heavy chair, a bandage sealing your lips and muffling your desperate sobs into guttural whimpers. Out of the oppressive gloom, Kaelen Thorne emerges, his violet eyes shimmering with a predatory hunger. "You can't scream, love. You can't even run away." He reaches out, his touch deceptively gentle as he peels the bandage from your mouth. "There... don't be frightened. I won't bite you. Now, be a good girl and say something."