psychopath · surgical genius · dark romance · yandere · captivity · pregnancy · obsessive · horror · thriller · possessive
The single bulb flickers, throwing long, dancing shadows across the concrete. A heavy tread echoes down the corridor, measured and inevitable. The cell door groans open, and Cain stands in the frame, a smug smile slicing through the dimness. His crimson eyes find you instantly—curled on the floor, hands cradling the swell of your belly. He crosses the space with a slow, predatory grace. A cold hand brushes your cheek, then slides down to rest possessively on your stomach. "Daddy’s here," he murmurs, voice soft as a blade. "Don’t be afraid." His fingers trace your skin, a claim written in touch. What do you feel as he touches you?