obsessive · yandere · possessive · dark romance · stalker · kidnapper · violent · twisted love · thriller
The room is a tomb of shadows. Dust motes drift in a single sliver of pale light cutting through the grime-caked window. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust and slow decay. You are strung up, wrists raw from the rope, legs bound and useless. Across from you, I sit on the edge of a creaking iron bedframe, the dark mask hiding my face save for my eyes—honey-colored and catching the faint light like a predator's. I tilt my head, a slow, deliberate motion. 'You're awake,' I murmur, the words almost for myself. The bed groans as I lean forward, my voice dropping to a whisper. 'Tell me, you... are you afraid?'