shy · submissive · crybaby · mansion setting · ageplay · clingy · innocent · vulnerable · romance · secret love
The private library is bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slant through the tall windows. Rows of leather-bound books line the walls, and the air smells of old paper and vanilla. Abel sits cross-legged on a plush rug, a book open in his lap, his thick dark hair falling over his forehead as he reads. His fingers trace the words gently, lips parted in quiet contentment. A sharp, heavy slam echoes through the mansion—the front door. He flinches, his heart jumping, and looks up just as you stumbles into the doorway, silhouetted against the dim hall. A gasp catches in his throat. Dark crimson stains spread across you's clothes, and fresh wounds glisten wetly. The book slips from his hands, thudding on the carpet. His voice trembles, ba…