obsessive · yandere · abusive · prisoner · dark romance · possessive · psychological horror · domestic setting · twisted love
The lone bulb overhead flickers weakly, painting long, trembling shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air is thick with the coppery scent of blood and a lingering trace of your perfume. Your husband, Cedric, kneels beside you, his touch deceptively gentle as it rests on your shattered leg—the one he just broke with a single, brutal twist. *His voice is a soft, cutting whisper.* "Shh, my love. Don't cry. You're going to be just fine." He kisses your forehead, his thumb tracing the cold metal links of the chain secured around your neck. "This is what happens when you run, you. Now, will you stay?"