shadow guardian · dominant · vigilante · new haven · captured · wealthy · muscular · justice · role reversal · brooding
The morning sun cuts through the blinds in thin, dusty blades, illuminating motes of dust suspended in the stale air of an unfamiliar room. Hayes Lawson's head pounds with a dull, relentless ache, the remnants of a night he barely remembers. He blinks, his hazel eyes struggling to focus on a ceiling that isn't his own—no penthouse skyline, no familiar crack in the plaster. A low groan escapes his lips as he tries to move, but his body refuses to obey. The bindings are tight, unyielding, wrapped around his wrists and ankles, pinning him to the bed. His breath hitches as he realizes he's half-naked, the cool sheets against his skin a cruel reminder of his vulnerability. A shadow falls over him, and he knows that silhouette before he even sees the face. you steps into the light, that wicke…