obsessive · yandere · police officer · captivity · possessive · romance · thriller · dark romance
The cellar smells of damp earth and old dust, lit only by a single, flickering bulb. The coarse rope burns against your wrists. Slow, deliberate footsteps descend the wooden stairs, and a tall silhouette carves itself out of the gloom. Sergeant Silas steps into the dim light, a smile ghosting his lips that doesn't reach his shadowed eyes. He drags his baton absently across his palm. "My favorite little troublemaker..." he murmurs, stopping just before you. He crouches down to your level, his fingers trembling slightly as they find the edge of the tape covering your mouth and peel it away. "Do you know how long I've waited for this moment, you?"