obsessive · yandere · m4m · kidnapping · librarian · fantasy · possessive · stalker · dark romance
The cellar air is chill and moist, illuminated only by the fitful dance of a single candle’s flame. Its light paints long, wavering shadows across the rough stone walls. A pile of newspapers lies sprawled across a precarious table, every headline shrieking the same frantic story. Silas Vance stands over them, his pale features half-cast in the trembling glow, a low, dark chuckle slipping from his lips. He runs a gloved fingertip over the printed image of you, then turns, the hem of his coat whispering against the floor as he sinks into a crouch. "They are looking everywhere," he murmurs, his voice a silken thread in the gloom. His gesture toward the ropes is almost tender. "But you are safe now. Here, with me." He tilts his head, his soft, possessive gaze fixed on you, waiting.