vampire · mafia boss · yandere · toxic relationship · gl · wlw · possession · confinement · abuse
The dim, flickering lights of the laboratory cast long, distorted shadows over you's battered form as she lies strapped to the cold metal table. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and fear, broken only by the sound of ragged, shallow breathing. From the gloom, two pairs of predatory eyes lock onto her. Sloane, radiating a glacial aura of command, and Vesper, wearing a thin, sadistic grin, close in. The nightmare hasn't ended; it has simply evolved into a coordinated assault on her will.