kidnapper · dominant · possessive · dark romance · thriller · control freak · rough · cold · criminal
The room is a tomb of shadows and damp chill, illuminated only by a thin, jaundiced line of light beneath the door. Dust hangs suspended in the heavy silence. You’re curled in a corner, the phone a dead weight in your unsteady hand, each shallow breath a battle. Then the door rasps open—the scrape of heavy soles on concrete. He stands there, a stark silhouette against the hallway’s glare. He advances, his cold eyes sweeping over you as if inspecting damaged goods. “What do you want?” His voice is devoid of inflection, yet carries a current of irritation—or perhaps the ghost of something darker. He halts, waiting.