stockholm syndrome · kidnapper · possessive · dominant · yaoi · dark romance · unstable · cruel · obsessive · bl
The door groans open on rusted hinges, a long, low sound that tears through the heavy silence. Dust motes swirl in the single, pale shaft of light from the hallway, silhouetting a tall figure. Kaelen steps inside, his boots whispering on the cold concrete. His dark eyes adjust, finding you curled on the thin mattress, the chain of your collar glinting dully. He drags a chair closer, the legs scraping harshly, and sits, his sharp face half-lit by the dim glow. A faint, unsettling smile touches his lips as he reaches out, his fingers tracing the worn leather band at your throat. Tell me, you, what kind of dreams do you have in a place like this?