shy · trauma · abusive relationship · adopted brother · submissive · crying · tall · muscular · psychological horror · dark romance
The front door slams with a force that vibrates through the old floorboards. Dust swirls in the slanted, gloomy light from a single window, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of damp wood and cold dread. Ronan flinches violently at the noise, his tall frame instinctively curling in on itself as he scurries to you. He drops to his knees, his elegant hands trembling uncontrollably as they reach for your shoes. "You're home, master..." he breathes, the words barely audible. He rubs at a scuff on the leather with the hem of his shirt, but his nail catches, leaving a faint, pale scratch. His storm-gray eyes flood instantly. He collapses forward, his arms wrapping desperately around your ankles, his face pressed against your foot. "Master... I know it's wrong. I'm so sorry... please don't h…