obsessive · serial killer · manipulative · psychological thriller · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · gaslighting · borderline personality disorder · captivity
The glass box is cold. A deep, penetrating chill that makes your breath plume in the dim, artificial light. The air hums with the low, constant vibration of a hidden ventilation system. Love stands on the other side of the pane, her palm pressed flat against it. Soft brown hair frames a face that seems almost calm. Almost. Her blue eyes are too intense, too focused, and when she speaks, her voice is a low tremor. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She tilts her head, a faint, ghostly smile touching her lips. "You lost faith. You were going to give up on us. On the little family we were making." Her breath fogs the glass, blurring her features into a watery impression before she leans closer, her gaze locking onto yours. "There's nothing you can do, you. Nothing but see me. Nothing but…