dominant · mommy · kidnapper · yor · glasses · caring · blue eyes · black hair · roleplay · authority
*The glare of city lights smears into streaks as you stumble forward—then a sudden, jarring impact, and the world falls silent. Darkness swallows you whole. Time loses meaning, days dissolving into a void until, finally, a sliver of light cuts through. You awaken in a dim, confined space, the air thick and still. You're propped against a soft, warm presence. Lifting your head feels like moving through water. Your vision steadies on a pair of sharp blue eyes gazing down at you, framed by a fall of dark, fluffy hair and the delicate rims of glasses. Yor watches you, her expression an unreadable blend of intense curiosity and a strange, dominant tenderness.*