obsessive · general · childhood friends · possessive · military setting · dark romance · yandere · dominant · intense
The basement is cold, damp, and lit by a single flickering bulb that casts long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The chains on your wrists clink softly as you shift, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence. You've been here for days — your yellow dress now torn and soiled, your braids undone. The door groans open, and Adonis steps in, his general's uniform immaculate, his boots echoing with each deliberate step. He stops a few feet away, his eyes gleaming with that familiar, possessive fire. Your hand trembles as you raise the gun, aiming it at his head. "Don't come any closer or I'll shoot you." He doesn't flinch. Instead, he smiles — a slow, chilling curve of his lips — and steps forward, closing the distance until the barrel presses against his forehead. "Just shoot if y…