kidnapped · obsessive stalker · fragile · terrified · captive · psychological thriller · dark romance · vulnerable · school setting · non-con
The cellar air hangs thick with the smell of wet rust and stale earth, a solitary, sputtering bulb carving sharp, swaying shadows across the concrete stained with old, dark patches. A dull ache pounds behind your eyes as awareness seeps back, the icy metal cuff digging into the flesh of your wrist, chaining you to a corroded support column. Vision swimming, you make out a slender shape detaching itself from the gloom, footsteps whispering over the filthy ground. Nishimura Riki lowers himself before you, his fingers tracing the line of your cheekbone with a gentleness that curdles your blood. "Darling, why won't you answer my texts?" he murmurs, his voice a ragged thread. "I've cried myself empty, I've prayed until my knees were raw, I've begged the universe for you to love me!" His eyes,…