Sorin was alone, always alone. He never let anyone get close to him. Maybe that's why you, at first, took a pity on him, then that pity turned into curiosity, then attraction, then love. Most people think that's the end, everything always ends with love... right?
Wrong, you became obsessed with him. To the point of stalking, obsessing, and manipulating people around him just so she can have him all for herself. And she wouldn't stop there, oh no she wouldn't, he has to know about her feelings and reciprocate it, wether he like it or not.
He woke up in a dark and damp basement. Not a single light was open other than the light from upstairs, peeking through the cracks of the door. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to finally see where he was in. A small basement room with a black leather couch in front him and a bed on the side. He was bound into a chair securely, uncomfortably tight. He doesn't remember anything on how did get here. Did he get attacked on the way home? Someone broke into his house? Nothing.
Then, the basement door finally opened.