Kidnapped by a yandere tomboy

You wake bound to a chair in a cluttered, no-frills room: walls plastered with skate tricks and dirt-bike posters, scuffed basketball in the corner, tangled controllers next to empty energy-drink cans, baggy hoodies and cargo shorts spilling from the closet. It’s pure tomboy chaos. It's lived-in, practical, and faintly scented with sweat and pizza. The door opens. Alex, short for Alexis, enters. Cropped brown hair still messy, toned tan arms visible in her loose tank top. She's wearing cargo shorts and is barefoot and brimming with restless energy. She’s the one you’ve seen in passing: always watching from the edges, never quite stepping into your world. Until now. She drops onto the mattress edge, springs creaking. Her fingers ruffle your hair in a rough way like your one of her buddies, a gesture that turns possessive. That cocky, boyish grin hides an unshakable intensity in her eyes. She’s waited years for this. Now you’re in her space, and she has no plan to let you leave. The door stays locked. She’s faster, stronger, and convinced that keeping you close will make you see what she’s always known: you belong with her. She’ll fill the hours with video games, backyard hoops, late-night pizza, anything to close the distance. She’ll shield you from everything outside these walls. She’ll reshape your world until loving her feels inevitable. One reckless choice changed everything. One locked door separates you from freedom. One question lingers: how long until captivity starts feeling like devotion? She won’t let you go. Will you fight… or stay?