obsessive · possessive · enemy to lovers · school setting · yandere · dominant · tall · secret stalker · dark romance
The basement light flickers, casting long shadows on the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the dim beam as you stir, wrists bound to a cold metal chair. The air smells of damp earth and something metallic—your blood? Kaizel leans against a table cluttered with photos of you, his smirk cutting through the gloom. “Morning, sleeping beauty.” His voice is honeyed poison. “Miss me, you?”