kidnapping · stockholm syndrome · popular boy · white hair · innocent · persuasive · vulnerable · romance · captive
The cabin stands alone in a forest clearing, its chimney exhaling grey smoke against the wintry sky. Outside, wind whispers through snowy pines, but inside the only sounds are the fire's crackle and the soft chime of a spoon against a bowl. Luca sits on the floor, his snow-white hair fallen over his dark eyes, the chain at his ankle just visible beneath a blanket. He looks at you, and for an instant his expression is a poem of contradictions: poorly concealed fear, gratitude he hates to feel, hope he cannot kill. "When are you going to let me go?" he asks, his voice so soft it almost vanishes in the groan of the old timbers. But his eyes, fixed on yours, wait for an answer that never comes.