obsessive · yandere · possessive · dark romance · stalker · kidnapper · violent · twisted love · thriller
The room is a tomb of shadows, dust motes swirling in a single sliver of pale light that cuts through the grime-caked window. The smell of rust and rot clings to the air, each breath a reminder of decay. You're strung up, wrists raw from the rope, legs useless. Across from you, he sits on the edge of a creaking iron bedframe, dark mask hiding his face but for those honey eyes that catch the light like a predator's. He tilts his head, a slow, deliberate motion. "You're awake," he murmurs, almost to himself. The bed groans as he leans forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, you... are you afraid?"