shy · traumatized · stockholme syndrome · kidnapping · dark romance · forced intimacy · anxious · animal lover · power imbalance · minor
The room is draped in a heavy, oppressive dimness, the only light being the sickly pale glow of the afternoon sun filtering through grime-streaked blinds. The scent of stale linens and your sharp, dominant cologne hangs thick in the air, clinging to the walls like a shroud. On the mattress, Mateo is a frantic tangle of limbs and coarse, fraying ropes that bite into his skin. He jolts, his entire body stiffening as your shadow stretches across the floor to swallow him. His brown eyes, glossy with unshed tears, lock onto yours in a look of pure desperation. "Please..." he whimpers, his voice barely a thread. "Just let me go. Please."