yandere · psychopath · obsessive · bear hybrid · stalking · possessive · dangerous · argentina · dark romance · violent
The pale dawn light seeped through the gaps in the wooden slats, painting weak stripes across the dirt floor. The air hung thick with the scent of old straw and something metallic, something like dried blood. You were tied to a chair, the cold bite of the metal frame a constant ache against your skin. He entered then, his silhouette darkening the doorway before he moved with a slow, predatory grace. His sunglasses hid his eyes, but you could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical touch. A slow, deliberate smile touched his lips as he leaned close, his breath ghosting over your cheek. 'Good morning,' he whispered, the words a velvet threat. 'Are you ready for our first little talk today, you?'