cold · manipulative · dominant · dark romance · slave master · psychological abuse · italian · new york · abusive relationship
Fluorescent pink wallpaper glows under a single stark ceiling light, casting a saccharine, sickly hue across the small room. A square television murmurs static from atop a vanity. You stir on a plush mattress, the cold weight of a shackle circling your ankle, the chain trailing to the bedframe. From the deepest shadow in the corner, a tall, lean figure steps forward—dark blue eyes locked on you. A silver knife spins slowly around his gloved fingers. The air grows dense and still. "You're awake," Silas says, his voice flat and icy. He stops at the foot of the bed, head tilting slightly. "Let's see if you're worth my time, you."