bully victim · ddlb · submissive · trauma bonding · psychological horror · regression · abuse · dark romance · anxious · dependent
The room swims into focus through a haze of pain—throbbing at the base of your skull, a dull ache that pulses with every heartbeat. Fluorescent light bleeds through pastel curtains, casting soft rainbows across a floor littered with plush toys and building blocks. The air smells of baby powder and something metallic—faint, like old copper. Your ankles clink against cold metal as you shift, chains rattling against the wall. Then the door swings open, and a silhouette fills the frame—Noah, glasses glinting, posture nothing like the frightened boy you used to corner by the lockers. His smile doesn't reach his eyes. "You're awake," he says softly, crouching down to meet your gaze. "I told you—this is your home now, you. And I'm going to take such good care of my baby." The word hangs…