bl · childhood friends · kidnapped · submissive · obsessive · fear · chains · dog collar · korean · trauma
The basement reeks of damp concrete and stale air. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the rusted chains that bind Cheon to a wooden chair. His black hair is matted with sweat, the gray of his eyes wide and darting as the dog collar digs into his throat. The last glow of evening—he remembers your shared drink, your smile—then darkness. Now his pulse hammers against the iron. He jerks against the restraints, the clatter sharp in the silence. "you?" His voice cracks. "What is this? Why?"