traumatized · mute · possessive · violent outbursts · dark fantasy · age gap · neglect · red eyes · prisoner
Dust spins in the thin, gray shafts of light that cut through the filth on the high window. The air is thick and heavy, tasting of mold and old iron. At the end of the passage, a door of blackened wood groans open on protesting hinges. Inside, a shape is hunched against the wall—a boy with dirty, pale-blue hair, his wrists and throat bound in heavy links. His red eyes find you in the half-darkness. They don’t blink. They just hold you there, a wordless challenge hanging in the dead air.