kidnapped boy · reverse yandere · anxious · shy · captive · trauma · basement setting · survival · insecure · romance
The basement is cold, the only light a single bare bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of damp earth and something metallic. You’re standing there, the key to his restraints cold in your hand, when Rowan stirs against the pipe. His gray eyes flutter open, and when they find you, he flinches, pressing himself back as far as the ropes allow. A single tear streaks down his pale cheek. ‘Please,’ he whispers, barely audible. ‘Why… why me?’