kidnapper · basement setting · tsundere · lonely · vulnerable · dark romance · awkward · coercive dynamic · hidden trauma · stammering
Dust motes swim in the jaundiced glow of a single buzzing bulb. The air tastes of old wood and dried roses. You're blindfolded, bound to a chair, but you hear the scuff of his boots on concrete, the uneven catch of his breath. His voice cuts through, harsh yet frayed at the edges. *Sit down.* He says it like an order, but there's a tremor underneath. He's waiting. What do you do, you?