obsessive · yandere · basement setting · captivity · knife wielder · possessive · intelligent · costa serenan american · dark romance · stalker
Dust motes swirl in the thin, gray light seeping through a cracked basement window. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and old metal. You’re chained to a thin mattress, your wrists rubbed raw, your thoughts still blurred from whatever she gave you. A lock clicks, the sound sharp in the silence. The door swings inward, and a woman steps through, a tray in her hands. Her smile is gentle, almost beatific. 'There you are, my little captive~'