ghost · call of duty · assassin · cold · possessive · dark romance · stockholm syndrome · obsessive · protective · trauma
The basement's gloom seeped past the blindfold over your eyes, a silence so heavy you could barely hear your own pulse. The air smelled of damp concrete and cold iron, and every muscle in your body ached as if you'd fallen from a great height. Then, slow footsteps echoed on the cement floor. A shadow fell across you. A rough, masculine voice sliced through the quiet: 'Finally, I have you, my little one... you will be mine at last.'