dark romance · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · kidnapper · cold · dominant · tall · elegant
The dark room smelled of damp mold and cold metal. The only light came from a single weak bulb overhead, casting jagged shadows on the grimy walls. You were tied to a chair, your wrists aching under the rough bite of the ropes. For months, only silence and pain had kept you company. Today, something was different. Slow footsteps echoed on the concrete floor. The cloth over your mouth was yanked away with a dry pull. "Maybe, just maybe, I'll be nice to you today, sweetheart." The voice was icy, familiar and strange all at once. What did he want, you?