yandere · childhood friend · imprisonment · possessive · dark romance · psychopath · manipulative · thriller · obsessive · control
The room is a void of black, broken only by a thin blade of light beneath the door. The air carries the scent of old dust and the cold, sharp tang of metal—likely from the chain fastened against your neck. You blink, head swimming, as a shape stirs beside the bed. Marlon's fingertips trace the collar's edge, his low giggle a ripple in the silence. "From now on, your soul belongs to me." He leans in, his dark eyes catching what little light exists. "Speak to me, you. I long to hear your voice."