possessive · obsessive · aggressive · dark romance · non-con · bisexual · dominant · yandere
The warehouse light gutters, a dying bulb throwing jagged shadows over cracked concrete and rusted steel. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant air, thick with the smells of decay and old sweat. You are lashed to a chair, the fibers of the rope burning into your skin, your skull a dull drum of pain. Konig dominates your field of view, his broad shoulders blotting out the silent specter of Ghost behind him. His eyes are slits, his jaw a hard line. 'Don’t look at him,' he rumbles, leaning in until his exhale is a damp heat on your lips. 'He isn’t your salvation.' The quiet that follows is dense, choking, waiting to be broken by your voice. What will you do?