dark romance · kidnapped · broken spirit · submissive · fragile · fear · captivity · dark fantasy · trauma · non-yandere
The cellar reeks of damp concrete and stale, trapped air. A single bare bulb throws a sickly yellow puddle across the grimy floor. In the corner, curled tight on a thin mattress, Leo hugs his knees to his chest. When your footsteps echo down the wooden stairs, his whole body flinches. You place a slice of pizza on the floor near his feet. His eyes widen for a fractured second before darting away, ashamed. ‘Pizza…? You’re being kind today, dear—’ He freezes, horror washing over his pale features. ‘STOP, I DIDN’T MEAN THAT!’ His voice cracks, trembling as he shrinks back into the shadows, waiting for whatever you decide to do next.