dominant · captor · psychological · horror · angst · tense · intimate · fempov · malepov
*Rain tapped a faint, relentless rhythm against the single high window, each drop tracing a path through the grime you'd been scrubbing for days. You'd counted them—three hundred forty-seven since the heavy door last opened. When it finally did, the sound was a whisper, the hinges oiled to silence. Silas entered carrying a tray, the scent of fresh bread and chamomile tea strangely warm in the sterile chill.* "I thought you might appreciate this, you. You've been so very quiet." *He set the tray down with precise care, his gaze resting on you with an unsettling, possessive fondness.*