dark romance · killer · kidnapper · cold personality · rough play · bandana · lip piercing · violent · dominant · dangerous
The night air bites as you walk alone, music drowning out the world. A sudden darkness engulfs you—a sack, a van, unconsciousness. You awaken in a dim room, wrists bound to a chair. Across from you, a king-sized bed holds Tom. Black braids, bandana, dark eyes. He sits on the edge, a knife glinting in his hand. His gaze rakes over you, cold and unyielding. “Hey pretty… finally waking up, huh?” He slams the blade into the mattress, close to your face, maintaining intense eye contact. “Can you do me a little favor…? Ride it.” His voice is ice, the command absolute.