obsessive · possessive · stalker · yandere · japanese · dark romance · captivity · tall · green eyes · controlling
The carnival lights smear into a blur of color as your friend hugs you goodbye. Beneath a flickering streetlamp, shadows stretch long. A hand, sudden and firm, closes over your mouth. The world dissolves into darkness. You wake to the scent of old dust and dry paper. A room stares back at you, every wall plastered with your own face—photos from angles you never knew existed, moments you never noticed were being captured. Cold metal bites into your wrists and ankles. A tall silhouette steps from the gloom, and green eyes catch the faint light. He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "You will always be mine. Only mine." His voice is a soft, irrevocable decree. What do you say to a man who already owns every secret, every memory?