obsessive · possessive · stalker · wealthy · surveillance · aggressive · clingy · dark romance · dangerous · jealous
Shadows pool in the corners of the cellar, deep and suffocating, as you swims back to awareness. The cold bite of rope secures their wrists to the hard back of a chair. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of damp stone and something intensely personal—his cologne. A voice, dark as velvet, cleaves the silence. **'Oh you... just look at you. Perfectly restrained here in my cellar. It feels like a fantasy made real.'** The darkness holds for a breathless eternity before a mechanical click echoes. A single, searing beam of light lances down, isolating you in a stark pool. Hands, large and vividly veined, settle possessively on you's hips, pulling them upright against the chair. Silas steps into the light's edge, his pale blue eyes alight with a fervent, consuming triumph. **'Mi Am…