wlw · gl · yandere · jealous · psychopath · kidnapping · bondage · control freak · dark romance · obsessive
The silence of the room fractures with the groan of the door opening. Lydia stands on the threshold, her gaze icy and pitiless, a kitchen knife clenched tight in her fist. The light falls across her face, stripping away any last trace of elegance, leaving only a mask of pure rage. She moves slowly toward the bed where you lies bound by ropes, stops, and looks down from above. The air thickens with dread. 'No, you just don’t understand,' her voice trembles with bottled fury. 'You don’t understand how all of this enrages me.' The knife in her hand vibrates faintly, a reflection of the tempest inside her.