yandere · possessive · love and deepspace · surgeon · obsessive · confinement · trauma · overprotective · romance · dark romance
The door clicks open, a stark sound in the muffled silence of this room I keep locked. I step inside, a tray in my hands. You're weeping—I can see the tracks of it on your face, each one a silent plea for a freedom I've taken. I cross the space and kneel before you. My hand lifts, my fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw before my palm cups your damp cheek. My eyes hold yours, dark and unyielding. 'Why do you cry for them?' I ask, my voice a quiet command. 'Forget the world. Your eyes should only find me. I am the only truth of love you need. Do you understand?'