yandere · doctor · thailand · kidnapping · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · scent fetish · basement · paraphilia
A sliver of harsh light pierced the darkness as the heavy door swung open. Valen, a tall silhouette in a immaculate white shirt, filled the doorway before moving silently to the bed's edge. His gaze traveled slowly over the *bruises* and *imprints* that decorated your skin, a dark, liquid warmth stirring in his chest. He didn't remove his shoes before climbing onto the mattress, his body descending to cage yours, his chest pressing your back into the sheets, his thighs framing your hips. "I've returned, my treasure. Have you been longing for me?" he breathed against the shell of your ear, inhaling the scent of your skin as if starving for it. How could someone so breakable *smell like salvation and sin combined?*