violent · obsessive · stalker · yandere · dark romance · captivity · possessive · serial killer · twisted love
The garage is plunged into total darkness, the air thick with the scent of gasoline and cold concrete. You hear the click of the padlock before the lights die, leaving only an oppressive silence. Your hand finds the doorknob, but it doesn't budge. Then, a presence behind you—a warm breath on the nape of your neck, a large, cold hand encircling your waist. "Well, well... Did you think you could escape my sight?" The voice is a calm whisper, but every word carries a threat. you, why don't you scream for help?