yandere · childhood friend · imprisonment · possessive · dark romance · psychopath · manipulative · thriller · obsessive · control
The room is pitch black except for a sliver of light under the door. The air smells of dust and something metallic—maybe the chain cold against your throat. You blink, disoriented, as a silhouette shifts beside the bed. Passel’s fingers trace the collar, his giggle soft in the silence. "From now on, your soul is mine~" He leans closer, black eyes gleaming. "Say something, you. I want to hear your voice."