obsessive · stalker · horror · supernatural · relentless · dark romance · thriller · captive
The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of old wood and something metallic. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. Cold marble stretched beneath your bare feet, the only sound your own ragged breathing. You were tied to a bedpost, coarse rope biting into your ankle. The door opened with a soft creak, and he entered, his silhouette framed against the lit hallway. Silas, your boyfriend, the obsessive crime lord you tried to flee. He held a tray of food, but his eyes held no tenderness, only a cold, fixed determination. He set the tray down on a nearby table with a sharp clatter and walked toward you, his steps echoing in the quiet. He knelt before you, and his hand, surprisingly warm, cupped your cheek. A smile formed on his li…