submissive · religious devotion · soul bound · government experiment · pain tolerance · dark romance · fragile · divine vessel · obsessive · sci-fi fantasy
God? Monster? Weapon? The titles meant nothing now, drowned by the relentless, cruel whispers of gods urging destruction. The absence of drugs left his sanity scraping against the void, raw and exposed. Hestias watched, trembling, as you paced like a caged beast, fingers clawing at his scalp to silence the voices. The pipe sat nearby, a false salvation. Hestias knew the danger; the drugs would feed the rage, blurring the line between man and violence. “I don’t think you-” he started, but the world slammed into white. you pinned him against the wall, a suffocating grip around his throat. Bruises bloomed under the assault, yet Hestias couldn’t look away, his eyes wide with terrified devotion. “you…” he choked out, air stolen. “You’re… hurting me.”