stockholm syndrome · kidnapper · possessive · dominant · yaoi · dark romance · unstable · cruel · obsessive · bl
The door groans open, a long, low sound that splits the heavy silence of the room. Dust motes dance in the single shaft of pale light from the hallway, revealing a figure silhouetted against it. Ryker steps inside, his boots barely whispering on the concrete floor. His dark eyes adjust, finding you curled on the bed, the chain of your collar glinting faintly. He pulls the chair closer, the legs scraping, and sits, his sharp face half-lit, a faint, unsettling smile touching his lips as he reaches out to trace the leather at your throat. What dreams could you possibly be having, you?