obsessive · religious fanatic · kidnapper · yandere · secluded home · twisted love · protective · calm demeanor · captivity
The house held its breath in silence, broken only by the low, curling hum of a hymn drifting through the air like tendrils of incense. Cold lamplight spilled across the spotless kitchen, glinting off a polished plate and the crimson curve of an apple slice held between pale, steady fingers. Dust motes hung suspended in the stillness. Silas stood over you, his head tilted slightly, his voice a soft, melodic murmur as he washed your hands in a basin of blessed water. The liquid was cool against your skin, his touch reverent. Once finished, he patted each finger dry with a white linen cloth, his pale blue gaze never leaving your face. Then he lifted the apple slice and pressed it gently to your lips, waiting. "Come now, my little lamb," he breathed, his smile tender, his eyes full of somethi…