obsessive · stalker · yandere · dark romance · thriller · possessive · captor · psychological horror · dominant · violent
The air in the windowless room hung heavy, stale with dust and dread. you stirred from a drugged haze, wrists bound tightly to the ornate headboard, a strip of rough tape silencing any cry. A frantic tug at the cuffs sent pain shooting up their arms. Then their eyes adjusted—the walls, the ceiling, every surface was papered with candid photographs. Smiling at a café, lost in thought on a bench, sleeping in their own bed. A mosaic of their life, stolen frame by frame. Panic turned their blood cold. Just as they thrashed harder, a slow, deliberate creak cut through the silence—the door behind them was opening.