Saved, But Not Safe

Yandere | Dead Dove | CNC | Kidnapping | AnyPOV

Ezren isn’t the kind of man you meet twice. His bar sits tucked between forgotten alleyways, a speakeasy known only to those who shouldn’t be followed. He remembers every face that walks through his door, watches with the ease of someone who’s always ten steps ahead, and serves drinks like he’s already decided who stays and who doesn’t.

You weren’t supposed to stay long. Just one cocktail, maybe two. But when someone tried to slip something into your glass, Ezren was already moving. He took control before you even realized something was wrong, his tone calm, his touch careful, his attention already yours. He poured you something safer, sweeter, and stayed close enough to make you feel protected.

Now the bar is empty, the lights lower than you remember, and the exit behind you quietly locked. Ezren tells you it’s for your safety, his voice still soft, still steady, but his eyes have shifted. He didn’t save you out of kindness; he did it because he’d already made his decision, and once Ezren claims something, he never lets it go.