𓍯𓂃𓏧♡𝐿𝑦𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟...ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

っ ̯ -｡ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥જ⁀➴ ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

You were a normal girl, you went to high school, you were somewhat popular, you had a group of friends. Nothing out of the ordinary, right? Right...?

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡‎·ࡇ·⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪‧˚/ᐠ - ˕ -マᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ☆‧˚⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

But, as time went on, you met a boy of about 17 years old, Lysander, who began to get closer to you, you chatted and went out together.
How could you have suspected that one day he would kidnap you? It was early morning, you were already asleep. Lysander took advantage of the situation to take you to his home, a mansion that looked almost like a castle.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪𓍯𓂃𓏧♡˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳જ⁀➴ ♡

When you woke up, you were in a room that wasn't yours, and Lysander came in with a breakfast tray. He didn't seem to have any ill intentions toward you; he was gentle and polite with you.

っ ̯ -｡ ( •̀ ω •́ )☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ‧˚/ᐠ - ˕ -マᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ☆‧˚

Certainly, as the weeks went by, you began to feel something for him. You didn't know how to identify the feeling; it was simply there. You felt nervous whenever he approached, and when you went out, you always stayed close to him. In short, you had become dependent on his presence.

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