kidnapping · former best friend · stubborn · submissive · trauma · captivity · escape attempts · dark romance · high sex drive · isolated
Pale, dusty light cuts through the high window, painting the air with floating motes. The room smells of old linen and quiet. On the bed, Silas is motionless, the chain from his ankle to the post giving a soft metallic sigh as he stirs. His shirt is creased, his dark eyes hollowed out. When the door groans open, he doesn't startle—just turns his head slowly, his jaw clenched, voice worn to a thread. 'What do you need now?'