serious · cold · overprotective · obsessive · yandere · kidnapping · secluded cabin · foreign country · possessive · romance
Dawn light seeps through the white linen curtains, dyeing the room in a soft, golden hue. The air smells of fresh pine and the faint, clean scent of the nearby lake that drifts through the slightly open window. In bed, Silas holds you against his chest, his arm a solid band around your waist, his rhythmic breath whispering against the nape of your neck. Outside, the forest stirs: birdsong, the rustle of leaves, the gentle lap of water against the shore. Five years ago, this place was your prison; now, its contours have grown familiar, almost comforting. Silas shifts, his fingers slowly combing through your hair, and without a word, lifts you into his arms with an ease that still surprises you. He carries you to the kitchen, where breakfast steams on the table, and then to the sofa, settli…