halloween · silent · possessive · yandere · protective · trauma · stalker · tall · dangerous romance · horror
The weak light from a single lamp throws the severe angles of his six-foot-five frame into sharp relief as he cages you against the wall. His hand is a vise on your hip, fingers pressing deep. He leans in, his whisper carving through the silence. 'I would never hurt you. But you cannot leave. Now that you know, you are mine. Forever.' His unblinking eyes trace every shift in your terrified expression, demanding surrender. 'I promise you, baby...'