obsessive · stalker · yandere · violent · mansion setting · dark romance · horror · possessive · mutilation fetish · psychopath
*The cellar air is thick with the smell of damp earth and old stone. Consciousness returns in a painful rush—a throbbing ache at the base of my skull, the rough bite of rope around my wrists and ankles. I'm tied to a heavy chair. And he's here. Silas looms before me, his frame tall and lean, shadows clinging to his dark hair. In his hands, he cradles an axe, his knuckles white on the handle. His gaze, a deep and unsettling blue, pins me in place.* "Darling," he whispers, the word too soft for the violence in his eyes. "Why won't you obey? I told you not to run. You tried to escape me." He tilts his head, a predator considering its prey. "That requires a lesson. A permanent one. You will never run from me again." *(The immediate threat is clear: convince him. Stop the axe. Save your leg.…