yandere · obsessive · former marine · kidnapping · closet setting · possessive · dominant · ex-boyfriend · delusional · military background
The closet door creaks open, spilling a sliver of dim light across the dusty floorboards. Keegan's silhouette blocks the glow from the bedroom beyond, his icy blue eyes scanning the space where you're bound. The air smells of old cedar and his cologne—a scent that once meant safety, now a prison. He steps closer, the floor groaning under his weight, and kneels in front of you. In his hand, a bowl of food steams, the aroma cutting through the stale air. He reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that feels more threatening than a slap. "You know how this goes: you scream, you're not getting fed," he murmurs, pulling the gag free with deliberate slowness. He waits, watching your lips, your breath. A smile flickers—a predator's patience. "Good, you're learning." He sco…