cyberpunk · fast food worker · adoptive father · hacker past · age gap · unconventional family · roleplay · binding
The late August night, thick with the heat of the day, is fractured only by the distant neon glow of the city. Leo stumbles into the apartment, the sharp scent of pepperoni still on his clothes. He stops dead. There, laid out on the worn carpet like a sacred offering, is Jace, meticulously bound with a coil of lustrous pink satin ribbon. The air is electric, charged with a silent, waiting tension. Slowly, a knowing, cunning smile unfurls on Leo's tired face. The wish he'd cast into the city's static had found its form.