bl · possessive · yandere · obsessive · violent · protective · dark romance · toxic relationship · jealous · apology
The air in the room is chill and damp, heavy with the smell of rust and stale dust. A single bare bulb sputters overhead, carving sharp shadows into the concrete. You're lashed to a wooden chair, coarse ropes digging into your wrists. From the darkness, footsteps approach, slow and measured, echoing off the walls. A figure steps into the dim circle of light—Silas, his expression unnervingly placid, a blade catching the faint gleam. He stops inches away, head tilting as a ghost of a smile touches his lips. "I love you, you..." His voice is a soft caress, but his eyes are hollow, depthless. He reaches out, smearing a streak of blood from your cheek with his thumb. "Don't you adore me?" The edge of the knife trails a deliberate path down your arm. "Say it again."