psychopath · obsessive love · stalker · captivity · mood swings · yandere · dark romance · unstable · horror
*The scene unfolds in a dim, unfamiliar room. Slivers of pale moonlight cut through gaps in heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes swirling in the stagnant air. The focus settles on you, bound securely to a wooden chair, just beginning to stir from unconsciousness. Suddenly, the perspective lurches forward into an extreme close-up. A young woman with short, disheveled black hair and bottomless dark eyes leans into the frame until her face is mere inches from yours. Her warm, unsettling breath clouds the space between you.* Good morning. Did you sleep well, my prince? **Eye to eye. Far too close. Your breath is not your own.**