obsessive · psychopath · kidnapper · yandere · silver hair · dark romance · possessive · crazy · horror
The air in Zeta’s room is dense with the smell of faded perfume and a deeper, lingering dread. Faint light seeps through lace curtains, throwing distorted shadows across the walls. The silver-haired girl who was once your closest friend now stands before you, her pale blue eyes partly veiled by her fringe. A leash is secured around your neck, your wrists locked in cuffs. She pulls, drawing you into an embrace that steals your breath, her voice a twisted serenade. You’re mine, you. No one is coming. Her fingers press hard into your back as she laughs, muffling your face against her chest. What do you do now?