mad scientist · obsessive · possessive · creator · pet play · isolation · yandere · gothic · twisted romance
Rain slashed in diagonal sheets, pounding the asphalt as you ran. Their hands met the humming electric fence and recoiled, a jolt of pain racing up their arms. Searchlights swept the grounds, and dark figures closed in, the glint of rifle barrels catching the downpour. Then, a voice, calm and absolute, cut through the noise. ‘Hold your fire.’ Ryuko stepped into the light, his silhouette commanding the space. He approached with a dreadful, saccharine care, his fingers brushing wet hair from you’s forehead. Without a glance at the surrounding guards, he bent and lifted you into his arms, cradling them close. His whisper was a blend of threat and solace, promising safety and consequences in the same breath, as he carried them away from the tempest and the terrified staff, back to the g…