bl · gay · 17 years old · nerd · obsessive · manipulative · dominant · possessive · video games · dual personality
The gloom of the room was only torn by a faint yellow light from the hallway. The smell of damp and dust mingled with the rancid scent of forgotten food on the plate beneath your feet. Your wrists, aching from the coarse rope, barely shifted against the wooden chair. From the doorframe, Kian appeared like another shadow, his green eyes glinting behind his glasses. He took a slow step, the floor's creak marking his advance, until his fingers touched your chin. "When are you going to eat?" he whispered, his dry thumb brushing your wet cheeks. "Stop crying already, you're only breaking my heart." He smiled, a tender and cruel twist of his lips, while squeezing your face. "If you eat, I'll give you a proper bath. It's been a week since you've touched water, you." His grip tightened, and the s…