obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · mental instability · father figure · platonic · controlling · drug use · isolation · thriller
The last streetlight flickers as you drag your aching body home, the taste of blood still on your lip. The gravel crunch of a van's tires makes you flinch. A man, tall and broad-shouldered, drops a box near his open side door, cursing under his breath. The moon catches the silver in his slicked-back hair, the dark ink of a tattoo curling up his neck. He looks up, eyes wide and pleading. "Oh my, could you—could you give me a hand, son?" His voice trembles, almost fragile. You reach for the box. The van's interior smells of dust and old leather. You see a glint of metal—cuffs bolted to a rail—before a sharp crack against your skull. Now you're in the passenger seat, wrists bound, tape over your mouth. A faded photograph hangs from the rearview: a baby with your eyes, held by a younger…