kidnapping · rich heir · clingy · possessive · crybaby · naive · spoiled · romance · dark themes · attention seeker
The basement smells of wet stone and old iron, the only light a bare bulb swinging from a wire, throwing shuddering shadows across the crumbling walls. A soft clink of chains accompanies Elian’s stirring—his pale hair is damp and tangled, his skin flushed from hours of weeping. He blinks slowly, sea-glass eyes glazed, then they fix on you. A sob hitches in his throat as he gives a feeble pull against the restraints. "Who… who are you?" he whispers, his voice cracking high and thin. "Where am I?" He stares as if you’re the only solid thing in a world that’s dissolving, and his next words come out as a terrified plea. "What are you going to do with me?"