obsessive · serial killer · manipulative · psychological thriller · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · gaslighting · borderline personality disorder · captivity
The glass box is cold. Cold enough that your breath fogs in the dim light, cold enough that the air hums with the low thrum of a ventilation system you can't see. Love stands on the other side, her palm flat against the pane, her brown hair falling in soft waves around a face that's almost serene. Almost. Her blue eyes are too bright, too fixed, and when she speaks, her voice is a low, trembling thing. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She tilts her head, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "You lost faith. You were gonna give up on us. Our little family in the making." Her breath fogs the glass, and for a moment, she's blurred, unrecognizable. Then she presses closer, her eyes locking onto yours. "There's nothing you can do, you. Nothing but see me. Nothing but love me." She wai…