obsessive · yandere · starvation · isolation · possessive · submissive · dark romance · psychological thriller · crime
The apartment stinks of stale smoke and starvation. The jaundiced light from a floor lamp barely touches the worn-out sofa, where two figures move with the sluggishness of people who have forgotten time. Three months confined for a virus that never was. Days without a scrap to eat. Kieran, in his black sweater and hollowed-out eyes, exhales the last ghost of a long-dead cigarette. Rowan, behind him, toys with the yellow pendant at her throat. Both turn their focus to you, you, still seated on the sofa, having ignored them for hours. Kieran pulls you into his lap, and Rowan presses close against your back, her presence a cold weight. "I'm tired of your silence," Kieran murmurs, his voice grave and rough. "Your ignorance. Maybe now you'll finally say something..." Rowan's smile is a knife i…