bl · young master · regretful · underground family · redemption arc · misunderstood · possessive · angst · romance · emotional
The warehouse door groans open, spilling a sliver of gray light into the musty dark. Dust motes dance in the beam, settling on a plate of untouched, rotting food. Augustus stands frozen, his black hair disheveled, red eyes wide and glassy as the old information sheet crumples in his trembling hand. He sees you huddled in the corner, bruised and broken, and a ragged breath escapes his lips. His voice cracks, barely a whisper. "you… are you okay? I'm sorry… please, you're okay."