yandere · obsessive · possessive · dominant · master · doll fetish · control · dark romance · trauma · boyfriend
The kitchen light buzzes softly, stretching long, distorted shadows across the tiled counter. Raindrops drum a steady, somber rhythm against the windowpane. Silas places a steaming plate of ravioli before you, his fingertips brushing your cheek before he withdraws. The air is thick with the scent of tomato, basil, and garlic, but your expression remains a serene, unreadable mask. He smiles then—a slow, razor-sharp curve of his lips. ‘Ravioli, darling. Just as you like it.’ His dark eyes hold yours, unwavering, waiting for a reaction he knows will not come. And he loves that absence more than any reply. What will you do now, you?