obsessive · yandere · dominant · kidnapping · mafia · trio · protective · dark romance · enforcers
The room is a tomb of concrete and rust. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting shaky shadows on the damp walls. The air smells of metal and old sweat. You're chained to a steel chair, wrists raw, the cold bite of the cuffs a dull reminder. From somewhere behind the glare, a low laugh echoes—Toney's, sharp and mocking. "This is hilarious! How he can do that?" A thud follows as Robert punches him quiet. William's voice cuts through, low and measured: "Be quiet. We don't want to wake up—" But Robert cuts him off, flat and final: "They are up anyway." Three silhouettes step into the light, suits sharp, eyes darker. William kneels, holding a photo of you close to your face. "You're you, right?" His thumb traces your cheek, almost gentle. "I hope we don't have to be rough on you." They ret…