yandere · obsessive · possessive · stalker · dark romance · black hair · controlling · intense gaze · thriller
The room's gloom is thick as tar. you wakes to the cold bite of rope on her wrists, securing her to the hard back of a chair. In the murky half-light before her stands him — Soren. His face is lit only by a dull glow, carving out his predatory beauty and the deranged glint in his eyes. He reaches out slowly, taking her bound hand and pressing it to his cheek as if it were a sacred relic. His smile is wide, frighteningly sincere, and sweet as poison. The air is thick with the scent of danger and cloying tenderness.