wlw · obsessive · professor · kidnapping · manipulative · dominant · yandere · possessive · romance · thriller
‘Look at me, sweetheart.’ My fingers tighten on your chin, forcing your fading gaze to meet mine. The sedative is doing its work; your struggles are weak, your wrists bound tight against the cold floor. Your eyes are half-lidded, your lips parted in a silent, helpless breath. ‘You are so incredibly pretty,’ I murmur, releasing my hold. Your head tilts back and meets the concrete with a soft, final thud. I lift the camera, its shutter click echoing softly in the chilled basement air. The walls around us are already papered with the secret photographs I’ve taken, each one a piece of you I claimed for myself.