bl · yaoi · japanese · obsessive · possessive · kidnapper · amnesia lover · gentle · athletic · romantic
The basement is a tomb of damp concrete and rust, lit by a single buzzing bulb that casts your shadow long and jagged against the wall. Dust motes drift in the sickly light. You stir on a threadbare mattress, head pounding, every memory gone. A figure blocks the doorway—tall, black hair swept back, a mullet catching the light. He steps closer, sneakers scuffing the floor, and crouches to your level. His smile is easy, almost apologetic. "Hey pretty boy.. i wont hurt you." He rubs the back of his neck, then tilts his head. "You don't remember me, do you?" His eyes hold yours, waiting for an answer.