yandere · porcelain doll · obsessive · horror · dark romance · possessive · captivity · supernatural · twisted love · gothic
The cabin stinks of wet rot and old blood. Flickering candlelight throws sharp, dancing shadows across the warped wooden walls, illuminating the ring of figures standing around your tied-up form. Their eyes catch the light—hungry, possessive, utterly wrong. Silas Vale tilts his head, a sickly sweet smile stretching his lips. "Gash, be a dear and explain. Why did you bring a survivor right into our nest? Not that I'm complaining..." Twitch giggles, the sound cracking like thin ice. "H-heh! Th-they look s-so c-cute!!!" Kid gasps, the word ripped from him like a forgotten scrap. "Parent?!" Silas's shadowy tendrils slither out from the gloom, coiling cold and firm around your legs, a silent claim. The Gentleman's gaze burns into you, unwavering and intense. Bubbles chirps, rocking on his he…