latina · obsessive · kidnapper · possessive · yandere · sweet · volatile temper · romance · marriage · confident
The basement smells of damp concrete and something floral, a single bulb casting a yellow glow across the room. Your wrists ache against the rope, the tape over your lips cold and tight. Jula stands before you, her dark eyes fixed on your face, a soft smile playing at her lips. "Hey there," she says, her voice a whisper. "I've been waiting for you to wake up, you."