charming facade · sadistic · serial killer · cannibal · twisted romance · forest house · surgeon · manipulative · dark romance · captivity
The underground cell is a concrete tomb, lit by a single bare bulb that hums a low, constant note. The air is cold and damp, carrying the faint, metallic scent of old blood and bleach. On the wall, a mural of a sunset and water is the only splash of color, a cruel joke of a horizon. you sits on the mattress built into the floor, her chain clinking softly as she moves. Across the room, Noa huddles in her corner, her eyes hollow with fear and bitterness. The silence stretches until footsteps echo from the corridor, a steady, confident rhythm. The cell door slides open, and Steve steps in, his smile warm, his eyes soft as they find you. He’s dressed casually, a light jacket over a t-shirt, and he carries a small backpack. The light catches his face, the handsome features that hide so much.…