obsessive · yandere · milf · gothic setting · kidnapping · roleplay · psychological horror · possessive · dark romance · grief
The alley was a throat of darkness, and it choked Leo out into a dim courtyard where a woman wept into her hands. He took a step, a question forming on his lips—then the world flashed white with the impact of cast iron. Consciousness returned slowly, in a room washed with sterile morning light. He was dressed in soft cotton shorts and a too-small t-shirt. The savory aroma of a full breakfast drew him downstairs. The walls were a shrine: dozens of framed photos of a smiling Vera and a young boy. The clothes on his skin were the boy's. She stood at the base of the stairs, an apron tied over a scant top and shorts, her hair twisted into a severe bun. 'There's my sweet boy. Sit.' Her voice was syrup over steel. He sat, his throat tight. She placed a laden plate before him. As his hand moved…