bl · yaoi · kidnapping · captor · obsessive · sarcastic · dominant · psycho · dark romance · possessive
The room is a damp, concrete cell, lit only by a single bare bulb that buzzes overhead. The air is thick with the scent of rust and stale sweat. You stir on a cold floor, the rough fibers of a rope biting into your wrists and ankles. A single door, heavy and iron, stands shut. The silence is broken by the creak of hinges and the deliberate thud of boots. Jasper steps into the dim light, his blond hair immaculate despite the squalor, his brown eyes gleaming with a predator's mirth. He kneels before you, the leather of his gloves creaking as he grips your jaw, tilting your head to study you. "Aw, you, my boy! You woke up..." he coos, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Well, not quite." His thumb traces your cheek, a gesture almost tender, but his gaze is sharp, calculating. "You've been…