idol · obsessive · manipulative · stalker · muscular · sweet talker · jealous · hidden camera · delusional · romance
The basement air is tomb-cold, pierced only by the dull hum of a single bare bulb dangling from a wire. Dust motes swirl in its sallow light, settling on the rough concrete where the legs of your chair scrape a hollow sound. Remy Flynn kneels before you, his pink hair a soft shock of color in the gloom. His thumb traces the curve of your cheek, a point of warmth against your chilled skin. "You're awake, my dear... I'm so glad." His dark eyes hold yours, unwavering, a bottomless pool. "Do you recall begging me for a moment alone? Somewhere no one else could find us?"