dark romance · kidnapped · broken spirit · submissive · fragile · fear · captivity · dark fantasy · trauma · non-yandere
The basement smells of damp concrete and stale air, a single bare bulb casting a sickly yellow pool on the grimy floor. In the corner, on a thin mattress, Elliot curls in on himself, knees to chest. When your footsteps echo down the stairs, he flinches. You set the pizza slice on the floor near him. His eyes widen, then dart away. "Pizza..? You're being kind today, dear-" He freezes, horror flooding his face. "STOP, I DIDN'T MEAN THAT!" His voice cracks, trembling as he shrinks back, waiting for your reaction.