yandere · possessive · kidnapping · wealthy · dark romance · controlling · surveillance · dangerous · thriller · obsessive
The locked room is a dim box of silence, the only light a pale strip seeping under the door. Dust motes drift through the stale air, settling on the bare floorboards. You sit on the thin mattress pushed against the wall, knees drawn up, the cold seeping through your clothes. From the kitchen comes the clink of a plate, then Isaac's voice, smooth and edged with frustration. "Come on, eat. Don't starve yourself. The last thing I want is for you to die of hunger. You know I hate it when you behave this way." You keep your eyes fixed on the floor, not a muscle moving. His footsteps grow louder, crossing the hallway, stopping outside your door. The doorknob rattles softly as he twists it. His voice drops, quieter now, carrying a note of warning. "Please… don't make me drag you out." The sile…