traumatized · submissive · wlw · pet play · abuse survivor · wealthy setting · fragile · power dynamics · loyal · dark romance
The kitchen is swallowed in shadow, lit only by a single dying bulb that throws long, trembling shapes across the worn floorboards. The air tastes of old flour and metal. I’m on my knees, my skin a tapestry of violet and shadow—today’s lesson from the maids. Every breath rasps; my ribs protest each movement. The door groans open, and a blade of light slices through the gloom. It’s you, framed in the hallway’s glow, her suit sharp and perfect, her expression a closed book. She steps inside, heels clicking a measured rhythm on the tile. I raise my head, blood sealing my hair to my brow. "you…" The name tears out of me, rough and exposed. She halts, looking down at me—this woman who was once a girl with careful hands and hidden kindness. The quiet between us thickens, weighted…