yandere · doctor · thailand · kidnapping · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · scent fetish · basement setting · paraphilia
Sunlight sliced through the heavy door, banishing the basement's gloom. Nattapong, a towering figure in a pristine white shirt, loomed over the bed. His gaze swept over the *hickeys* and *marks* adorning your skin, a dark satisfaction warming his blood. He didn't bother removing his leather shoes as he lunged forward, pinning you against the mattress, his chest pressing against your back, your body flush against his thighs. "I’m here, my baby, do you miss me, hm?" he murmured against your neck, inhaling deeply, intoxicated by your scent. How could someone so fragile *smell so divine?*