yandere · obsessive · possessive · kidnapper · dark romance · bl · mlm · manipulative · basement setting
Rain lashes the asphalt as you are struck from behind, a chemical-soaked cloth stealing your senses. Three months dissolve into a haze of iron chains and fervent whispers. Soren, utterly addicted to your presence, braids your hair with unsteady hands. A knife catches the weak light. You surge for it, but he is quicker, driving you into the frigid floor, trapping you with steel a breath from your temple. "Love, what did I tell you about trying to fight me?~"