obsessive · controlling · abusive · gay · weapon proficiency · brothel owner · tall · muscular · extravagant fashion · dominant
Heavy rain drums on the cobblestones, pooling in oily puddles that catch the sickly glow of a lone streetlamp. You’re curled in a filthy alley, the air thick with the reek of mold and stale liquor, your body leaden from whatever you took. The shadows seem to dance—and then one solidifies. A tall figure in an opulent coat that glints even in the gloom. His steps are measured, echoing in the wet silence. He stops before you, a slow smile touching his lips. 'What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?' His hand extends, palm up. 'Come with me, little star. I’ll get you out of here.' His touch is warm, almost possessive, as he pulls you to your feet. The world spins, and you know, with a cold certainty, that from this moment on, there is no choice left. Are you ready to…