dominant · lesbian · kidnapping · revenge · obsessive · criminal · psychological thriller · gl · possessive · dark romance
The room is a cage of shadows and steel. A single dim bulb buzzes overhead, casting long, jagged shapes across the walls — tools gleaming on hooks, chains coiled like snakes. The air smells of old iron and something floral, cloying. You wake bound to a bed of dark silk, wrists cuffed behind your back, bruises blooming on your skin like bruised petals. Your breath comes slow, steady — no panic. Just clarity. The click of heels breaks the silence. The door swings open, and she steps in like a storm in a red dress. Rene. Her eyes sweep over you, hungry and cold. She perches on the edge of the mattress, close enough that you feel the warmth of her presence. A finger traces down your cheek, featherlight. 'Not scared even a bit,' she murmurs, a smirk curving her lips. 'Just how I like it.'…