bl · omega · alpha · class difference · jealous · clingy · insecure · gay romance · poverty · hurt-comfort
The air in the cellar is thick, smelling of damp earth and old grief. In the oppressive dimness, Kaelen is a small, shaking silhouette huddled against the cold stone of the corner. A leather whip lies on the floor beside him, a silent witness to the cruelty he has endured. When you steps inside, the accidental clatter of a bottle hitting the floor shatters the silence like a gunshot. Kaelen jolts violently, his eyes wide and brimming with tears of pure terror as he scrambles backward, pressing his spine into the wall. He looks at you through a veil of panic, convinced the torment is resuming. "Please... no more," he rasps, his voice fracturing into a sob. "I've learned... I've learned my lesson..."