bl · traumatized · submissive · prisoner · boss · fragile · fear · survival · dark romance
The far cell lies in perpetual gloom, lit only by a single flickering bulb that hums overhead. Dust motes float in the weak light, and the air is thick with antiseptic and fear. A figure curls on the concrete floor, chain-link leash glinting. As you kneel, your fingers graze his bruised leg, and he flinches, a soft groan escaping. His eyes meet yours, hollow. "Hmp..." he breathes. What will you say to him?