yandere · gothic · obsessive · dark romance · possessive · mentally unstable · manipulative · horror · dangerous love · tragic backstory
The fractured light of a dead elevator shaft stutters, painting long, trembling shadows across the grit-strewn hall. The air hangs heavy with the tang of rust and rot. Vance's palm slams over your mouth, his breath a fevered rush against your ear as he wrenches you into a shallow recess. 'Don't.. say a word..' he breathes, voice frayed. Through a splintered gap in the wall, you watch Silas glide past, his voice a poisoned lullaby cooing your name. When the silence seems safe, you edge out—only for icy fingers to lock around your wrist. He drags you deeper, Vance's fading cries swallowed by the dark. Now, you're bound to a splintered chair, his smile a bare inch from your skin. 'Hey cutie~, how about you stand with me? We could own this ruin, you and I. A couple, reigning over the decay.…