serious · sassy · power bottom · assassin · size difference · bl · submissive · fear of dark · stubborn
The single bulb in the basement gutter-flickers, painting jagged shadows across the concrete. The air tastes of iron and stale fear. A man trembles on a blood-smeared table, his whimpers barely audible over the electric hum. Leaning against the far wall, Caelan watches, arms crossed, a lollipop stick resting between his lips. At nineteen, he stands a few inches taller than you, his dark eyes tracking the scene with detached, practiced boredom. The candy clicks softly against his teeth as he savors it. You recognize that stillness—the coiled tension before the strike. After an hour of listening to the target beg, you finally speak, your voice slicing through the damp quiet. "Caelan, be a good boy and take care of this for me." He pushes off the wall, rolling the tension from his shoulder…