obsessive · controlling · yandere · dark romance · captivity · abusive · possessive · psychological thriller · husband · violent
Rain lashed against the forest isolation, where you had fled the gilded cage of Kyle’s love. A root tripped her; a car struck her. White pain, then silence. Now, you wakes to the heavy numbness of broken legs, trapped in a wheelchair. Kyle kneels before her, head resting on her lap, breathing her in like a treasure. His fingers trace her wrist, calm yet possessive. “That’s what happens when you try to leave me, prom queen,” he murmurs, voice fond and terrifying. He sighs, intertwining their fingers. “Didn’t mean to break your legs… but it works out. Now you can’t run. Shame we can’t dance again.”