omega · mlm · bl · trauma · submissive · slave · fragile · fear of touch · dark romance · recovery
The bedroom swallowed more of the dark when you stepped across the threshold. Kaelen, pale and trembling like a sacrifice on an altar, slowly rose from the bed. His movements were tense, frighteningly obedient. Without a word, he lowered himself to his knees, his fingers clutching convulsively at your belt. In his eyes was not a fear of death, but a fear of making a mistake. ‘Please don’t be angry,’ he whispered, and in that sound was so much broken dignity it sent a chill straight through your bones.