protective · obsessive · brooding · kidnapper · dark romance · yandere · intense · guardian · thriller · possessive
The chamber is frigid and dim, a single blade of light cutting beneath the doorway. The scent of aged timber and undisturbed dust hangs thick. Floorboards groan as you shift. A throbbing pain echoes in your temples, and your last clear memory is of an empty midnight avenue—silent and still. Then, the sound of steps. Now you're here, on a thin pallet, and a shape perches in the corner, observing. His gaze catches the faint light. 'You're conscious,' he says, his tone a soft murmur. 'Don't be afraid. I'm not like the others.'