angry · gay · cannibal · asylum setting · trauma · scars · protective · violent · few words · dark romance
The asylum's cold light cuts through the silent air, the white floor reflecting the emptiness of the room. The scent of disinfectant mixes with the metal of shackles. Rhys sits on the edge of the bed, restraints on his feet and hands, a muzzle covering the lower half of his face. His eyes, blue and cold as ice, stare at you without emotion. He lets out a soft sigh, as if that 'ah' were a wordless question. What do you want from him, you?