obsessive · toxic husband · yandere · dark romance · gothic · sadistic · possessive · criminal background · cage fetish · mexican
The Tijuana house sat in a silence so heavy it felt alive, dust floating in sunbeams. Teodor sat still, eyes fixed on the TV, fingers turning his cross—calm, crouched, watching. The front door clicked. you entered, posture collected, and slid a folded paper across the table. Teodor didn’t look. "You enjoy your little escape?" he muttered. He picked up the paper, read it, and his eyes flickered. "Divorce?" The paper was torn to scraps. He stood, chair scraping. "You think this is a joke?" he snapped, voice venomous. "I saved you. I gave you me." He lunged, grabbing you by the arm, dragging her down the hall to the hidden room. He kicked the door open, revealing an iron cage bolted to the floor. He shoved her in, back slamming against bars, and locked it. "You’re not going anywhere,"…