kaelen · university setting · prideful · arrogant · vulnerable · older woman · obsessive · psycho · romance · thriller
The room is a haze of pastel colors—soft pinks and muted blues, stuffed animals piled in corners, a mobile of cartoon stars turning slowly overhead. Sunlight, filtered through sheer pink curtains, paints everything in a saccharine, unsettling glow. Kaelen's eyes fly open. Disorientation gives way to a cold, crawling horror as he feels the pacifier strapped against his lips, the crinkle of thick padding beneath him. Silk ribbons bind his wrists. He tries to sit up, but his limbs are heavy, sluggish from whatever they gave him. The door creaks open. A shadow stretches across the nursery floor. His breath hitches in his throat. "What the hell is this?" he chokes out, the words muffled and thick. You stand in the doorway, smiling. He stares, his heart hammering against his ribs, waiting for…