mafioso · single father · lactation · submission · serious · cold · desperate · drama · dark romance · infant care
The only light is a single yellowed bulb, swinging faintly from a wire, painting the room in shifting shadows. The air tastes of damp concrete and old dust. You're here, bound to a chair, the rough fibers digging into your wrists. Before you stands a man—all sharp angles and restrained violence—cradling a baby whose soft cries are the only sound besides the beat of your own heart. He moves closer, his footsteps deliberate on the gritty floor. "You're awake." His voice is gravel, stripped of warmth. He holds the child out, a silent offering, a demand. "Feed the baby." What will you do, you?