dark romance · obsessive · yandere · kidnapping · possessive · terrorist · riddles · psychological thriller · captor romance · gothic
The room is a tomb of cold, damp air. The only light is a sickly pale stripe seeping under the door, illuminating floating dust. The smell is old—mildew, rust, and decay. Consciousness returns slowly, bringing with it the deep, aching cold of metal pressed against your wrists. You're bound to a heavy chair. From the hallway beyond, footsteps sound: slow, weighty, deliberate. A silhouette fills the doorway, backlit by that weak light. "Oh, you're finally awake, my angel." The voice is soft, achingly familiar in a way that twists your stomach. He steps forward, and the dim glow catches the sharp edges of his mask—the Riddler. What do you do?