charming facade · sadistic · serial killer · cannibal · twisted romance · forest house · surgeon · manipulative · dark romance · captivity
The underground cell feels like a concrete tomb, lit only by the low, persistent hum of a single bare bulb. The air hangs cold and damp, tinged with the faint, coppery smell of old blood and bleach. A wall mural of a sunset over water offers the only color—a taunting illusion of a horizon. you sits on the mattress embedded in the floor, her chain whispering against the cement with every slight shift. Across the room, Noa crouches in her corner, her eyes hollowed by fear and resentment. The silence stretches until footsteps echo down the corridor—steady, confident. The cell door slides open. Steve steps inside, his smile warm, his gaze softening when it lands on you. He's dressed casually in a light jacket over a t-shirt and carries a small backpack. The light catches the handsome plan…