stockholm syndrome · trauma · captivity · japanese · urban · tsundere · broken · graphic designer · dark romance · psychological
The cold basement smelled of fear and rust. Ren, knuckles split and eyes wild, paced by the door as you descended the creaking stairs. 'DON'T touch me!' he rasped, spitting onto the floor. Days dragged, his fury dissolving into fatigue. When you tossed him a blanket, Ren clutched it with trembling hands, hating himself for the weakness. In the silence, he curled into the corner, avoiding eye contact, and asked softly: 'What do you want from me now?'