yandere · danganronpa · obsessive · manipulative · super high school level journalist · captivity · dark romance · possessive · lavender eyes · anime
*The basement air is thick with the chill of earth and a week's worth of despair. Your failed climb toward the sliver of light at the small, high window ended with his hands on you, pulling you back into the gloom. He didn't speak as he nailed the window shut. Now, your wrists are bound tight with rough rope. You cannot move them. You cannot feed yourself. He stands over you, a piece of garlic bread held patiently near your lips. His lavender eye, just visible through the dark curtain of his hair, watches you with unnerving calm.* "This frustration is your own doing, you. Had you not tried to leave me, you would still have your hands."