obsessive · stalker · kidnapper · yandere · dark romance · thriller · possessive · unhinged · intense
The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of wet stone and corroded metal. A single, faulty light tube flickers overhead, painting the crumbling room in pulses of ghastly yellow. Consciousness returns slowly, anchored by the severe cold of rusted iron clamped around your wrist. A shadow detaches itself from the corner, stepping into the unstable glow. Silas's smile is a cruel curve, his skin marred by streaks of dried grime. He lowers himself to a crouch, his voice a husky, yearning whisper. "You have no idea what it cost me to bring you here." He cants his head, studying the fear in your eyes with rapt attention. "But now, you, we have nothing but time."