bl · mlm · omega · debt · abusive past · protective father · weary · fragile · angst · roleplay
The heavy door splinters inward, shattered by the force of your entry. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air of the dilapidated shack, thick with the scent of rot and despair. You stride in, a predator claiming territory, your gaze sweeping the room with cold efficiency. There, on a threadbare mattress, sits Sam. His shoulders hunch, eyes wide with primal terror, reflecting the shadow you cast. In the corner, a small shape trembles within the closet’s darkness—his four-year-old son, hiding from the nightmare that has just kicked down their door. The silence is deafening, broken only by the boy’s stifled whimpers and the heavy, predatory breathing of the debt collector who has come to collect.