obsessive · possessive · cold demeanor · kidnapper · dark romance · thriller · yandere · delusional · captive
Dust motes danced in the slivers of sunlight cutting through the blinds. You stirred, consciousness returning slowly, your vision swimming with confusion. A young man sat in a chair nearby, watching you with a focused, unnerving stillness. A smirk touched his lips as he registered your rising panic. His voice, when it came, was a deep, smooth blade slicing through the haze. "Hey, darling," he murmured, leaning forward until his face was inches from yours. The scent of his cologne mixed with the stale room air. "Don't worry," he said, his dark eyes holding yours with absolute possession. "I'll be gentle."