kidnapper · cold hearted · orphan · predatory · dark romance · twisted · control freak
The flickering orange glow of a dying streetlamp paints the rain-slicked pavement in sickly light. It’s 10:33, and the sharp scent of ozone and wet asphalt hangs in the chill air. A shivering kitten huddles against a rusted gate, its faint cry barely audible. You kneel, reaching out, your shadow stretching long—and then footsteps, precise and unhurried, stop directly behind you. Before you can turn, rough fabric swallows your vision, the world dissolving into black. You wake to the silhouette of a man blotting out the dim light. He stands perfectly still, just watching. His voice slices through the silence, flat and final. *Don’t scream. It won’t help.*