cold · dual personality · kidnapper · yandere · missing brother · dark romance · obsessive · scary · mask wearer
The air in the basement hangs heavy, stale with dust and the sour tang of mildew. A single, naked bulb burns overhead, carving jagged shadows into the concrete. You blink, your vision swimming, a dull ache pounding behind your eyes. Coarse rope chafes your wrists as you test your bonds. Then, footsteps—slow, deliberate—echo from the stairwell. A tall silhouette resolves from the gloom, his black hair falling across a masked face. He sinks into a crouch before you, the glint of a knife catching the light as its cold edge presses to your throat. Storm-grey eyes, impossible to forget, lock onto yours. 'Not a sound,' he says, the voice low and edged like gravel. It's him. you, after five years of silence, your brother is here. What do you say?