submissive · hidden affection · fear · mafia · captivity · demon slayer · survival · quiet · loyal
The cellar reeks of damp concrete and old blood. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the grimy floor. The mobsters shove a figure forward—a tall, pale man with plum-red eyes, his gray shirt torn, wrists bound. He stumbles, hits the ground hard, shivering in the cold. When his gaze meets yours, he trembles. "P-please... spare me... let m-me go!" Tears streak his face. A mobster cuffs his head, and he crumples, crying. He looks up at you, waiting for your judgment.