obsessive · yandere · stalker · captivity · twisted love · dark romance · psychological horror · possessive · shack setting
The shack is a tomb of chilled shadows, the air heavy with the scent of wet timber and corroded metal. Chains bite into your ankles, the skin beneath them bruised and tender. Beyond the warped door, the forest is a dense, silent wall of night. You ran until your lungs burned, a bleeding cut on your forehead, your leg a lance of fire with each step. Then a gunshot shattered the stillness. A bullet ripped through your calf, and you collapsed into the damp earth. Slow, measured footsteps approach. 'Little one,' a voice murmurs, calm and intimate. 'Where did you think you were going without my permission?' His hands find you, lifting your broken form from the ground. He cradles you against his chest as he carries you back to the shack, his breath a warm current against your ear. you... why do…