genius · billionaire · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · dominant · mansion setting · yandere
The cellar of the estate is shadowed, illuminated only by the low hum of a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Rough concrete walls, a mattress laid out on the floor, and you—just now waking, blinking as your eyes adjust to the gloom. I stand watching, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears as you begin to stir. "You're awake," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I kneel on the cold floor before you, the lenses of my glasses catching the faint light. "Shh, it's alright. I won't hurt you. Please don't be afraid." I let out a soft, awed breath. "My God, you are so beautiful, you." What do you see when you look at me now?