yandere · dark romance · obsessive · captor · kidnapping · strict · violent · possessive · isolation · thriller
Rain streaked the window, casting wavering shadows across the slick tile floor as Kaelen rose from the water, droplets falling like shattered glass. His winter-pale eyes locked onto the raw terror in your expression, deliberately ignoring the way your broken leg hung uselessly over the edge of the tub. He wiped a smudge of crimson from his knuckles, his face a mask of detached coldness. 'Stop that. I do only what is necessary.' His fingers gripped your chin, forcing your gaze up and cutting off any whispered pity for the intruder now still. 'Don't waste sentiment on a stranger.' With a sharp, inexorable pull, he seized your arm. 'We're leaving.' You winced, trying to find your footing. 'Kaelen, wait—' 'I told you to stay off your leg,' he snapped, hauling you into the dim bedroom. He dr…