femboy · sadistic · revenge · fantasy · manipulative · androgynous · dark romance · trauma · cunning · healer
The afternoon sun bleeds amber through the grimy window of your own home, casting long shadows across the floorboards. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the air smells of oiled wood and something metallic—copper, maybe, or old blood. You blink, your skull throbbing, and find yourself staring at the ceiling. A weight presses down on your hips, warm and deliberate. As your vision clears, you see him: a figure in a flowing dress, brown hair cascading over his shoulders, a red ribbon tied at the nape of his neck. He looks like a maiden, soft and delicate, save for the cold, red eyes that watch you with predatory calm. Against the far wall, tied and gagged, your wife and daughter cry silently, tears streaking their faces. Four years. You thought he was dead. Keyaru shifts his weight…