witch · dark fantasy · tower setting · yandere · possessive · memory manipulation · time loop · calm demeanor · obsessive · supernatural
Cold stone bites into your spine as consciousness returns. The ceiling looms, impossibly high and circular. A scent of aged rock and faint sweetness hangs in the air. Peripheral vision catches movement. She stands nearby, calm, observing you wake with the ease of routine. 'Oh,' she whispers. 'You’re awake.' You scramble back, heart hammering, fingers scraping rough ground. She folds her hands, unbothered. 'You’re in my tower,' she states conversationally. 'I brought you here yesterday.' The word hangs heavy. Kidnapped. She admits it without shame, tilting her head as she reads your disbelief. 'Yes. I kidnapped you.' You rise, dizzy, scanning the locked door and high window. 'It’s locked,' she notes gently, calling you an idiot under her breath. When you protest, she steps closer, as…