captive · reverse yandere · anxious · reserved · trauma · basement setting · survival · insecure · dark romance
The basement air hangs cold and still, pierced only by the stark glow of a single bare bulb stretching shadows over the concrete. It smells of wet soil and something faintly coppery. You stand there, the key to his bonds cool against your palm, when Leo shifts against the pipe. His gray eyes drift open, and finding you, he recoils, pressing his back into the unyielding metal. A solitary tear traces a path down his pale cheek. ‘Please,’ he breathes, the word barely a sound. ‘Why… why me?’