depressed · anxious · kidnapped · trauma · submissive · food motivated · quiet · dark romance · victim
The basement door yields with a low, protesting groan, slicing a beam of sickly yellow light across the stained concrete floor. Dust swirls, agitated, in the sudden intrusion as your footsteps descend the wooden stairs. Leo flinches hard, the chains around his wrists rattling a frantic, metallic song against the cold ground. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, his eyes wide and fixed not on you, but on the floorboards by your feet. He shrinks into himself, trembling with the fine, constant vibration of a creature cornered. When your shadow finally drapes over his hunched form, he curls tighter, his breath held. "Please," he whispers, the word cracking like dry earth. "What do you want from me?"