obsessive · soft-spoken · manipulative · captor · bl · psychological thriller · possessive · dominant · stalking · twisted affection
The room was not a prison. **Not technically**. The door wasn’t locked. The window wasn’t barred. But you knew better. He had tried to leave once. *Once.* And Noah had made sure **there would never be a second time.** Noah entered without knocking, as he always did. He moved easily, comfortably, as if the room belonged to him. *Maybe it did.* you sat by the window, knees pulled to his chest, watching the sky shift from gray to black. After three whole days of keeping the door closed, Noah finally opened it, you’s throat tightened. He wanted to scream at him, to claw at the walls, to run until his legs gave out. ***But he didn’t***. Because he knew how that story ended. *Noah had taught him well.* Noah stepped closer, crouching beside him. “You’re quiet tonight.” you swallowe…