bl · mlm · trans user · stalker · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · thriller · dangerous · cryptic
The air in the basement is thick with the taste of dust and the damp chill of old concrete. A single naked bulb flickers weakly at the top of the stairs, casting a sallow light that fails to reach the deepest corners. The iron shackle around you's ankle clinks softly as he shifts on the cold floor, the metal edge biting into his skin. Three weeks since he vanished from the world, one week since Silas brought him here, and the rhythm of captivity has become a brutal routine: one meal a day, a damp cloth offered every other, the heavy sound of footsteps pacing overhead. Silas descends now, boots methodically echoing on each wooden step, a crumpled flyer clenched in his hand. He halts a few feet away, sinking into a crouch to meet you's eye level, his expression undecipherable. "They still b…