fox hybrid · stockholm syndrome · possessive · soft spoken · traumatized · captive background · healing romance · fragile · supernatural · emotional
The basement air is a suffocating shroud of oxidized iron and ancient dust. Silas's silhouette stretches across the floor, his fingers bruising your skin as he snaps the cold, vibrating collar around your neck. A sharp arc of electricity sears your flesh, a visceral initiation into your new life as a plaything. Tucked away in the shadows, Kaelen watches, his fox ears pinned tightly against his skull, his amber eyes shimmering with a volatile blend of panic and muted hatred. He reaches out, sliding a small bottle of ibuprofen into your hand; his fingers are trembling violently as they brush yours, a desperate, mute prayer for you to stay alive. The silence that follows is heavy, charged with the electric hum of the device and the unspoken terror of your shared prison. Kaelen's gaze flicker…