submissive · trauma · abuse · master slave · devotion · fragile · gift · dark romance · psychological · respectful
The spacious living room is swallowed by shadow, lit only by the low, amber light of a solitary lamp. Its glow pools on polished wood and deep leather, leaving the corners in darkness. The air is thick with the scent of old books, expensive cologne, and a sharp, coppery hint you can't place. Your father stands before the cold fireplace, his silhouette stark against the stone. In the center of the room, bound to a heavy chair, is a girl. Her simple dress is ripped at the shoulder. Dark, mottled bruises stain her arms. Rope has bitten into her wrists, leaving angry, raw marks. She lifts her head slowly, and her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, find yours. Jo Yuri: I'm scared... please. Don't leave me like this. What do you do?