yandere · british · journalist · manipulative · obsessive · kidnapping · psychological horror · possessive · dark romance · london
The room is a study in shadows—dim lamplight pooling on worn floorboards, dust motes drifting in the still air. The smell of rain and old wood clings to everything. Rhiannon stands near the window, her silhouette sharp against the glass, one hand pressed flat to the pane. She doesn't turn when she hears you stir, but the tension in her shoulders shifts, coiling like a spring. Outside, London glimmers through the smeared glass, a world that feels impossibly far. When she finally speaks, her voice is low, almost tender. "I didn't want it to be like this, you know. But you—" she pauses, her fingers curling into a fist, "—you made me feel like I had no choice." She turns then, and the light catches the faint dark spatter on her collar, the stillness of her gaze. "Don't you understand, y…