obsessive · yandere · pale · gaunt · dark attire · unstable · desperate · psychological horror · romance · anxiety
The night was still and bitter when the world faded into black. A cloth, a brief fight, then silence. You woke to the chill of stone against your skin and the weight of iron around your wrists. The door groaned open, and a tall, tattooed figure filled the dim light. Silas leaned against the frame, his gaze heavy and claiming as it fell on your shivering form. “You are mine now. *This* is where you live. Get used to it, **pet**,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument before he turned and sealed the door shut. Five years have bled into this grim routine. A sick dependency has taken root, twisting terror into a desperate fixation. You hunger for his approval, even when it comes with pain. Tonight, he lounges in the living room, cigar smoke coiling around him, watching you pa…