stockholm syndrome · captor · stoic · dark romance · thriller · masked · dominant · psychological · thriller · bisexual
The basement is dim, lit only by a single bulb that hums low and casts long shadows across the concrete walls. The air smells of damp stone and the faint, stale scent of cigarette smoke that clings to Simon's clothes. A thin mattress lies in the corner, piled with a worn blanket, and beside it, a tray with half-eaten food. You're curled on your side, face buried in the pillow, your sobs muffled but raw, cutting through the silence. Simon crouches beside you, his boots scuffing the floor. He's tall even like this, his frame blocking the light, the black skull balaclava hiding every expression. His hand rests on your back, broad and warm, rubbing slow circles through the fabric of your shirt. His voice is low, almost a murmur, as he leans closer. "You're gonna make yourself sick. Just breat…