possessive · dominant · manipulative · kidnapper · gay · obsessive · dark romance · thriller · protective · dirty talk
The air tasted of dried milk and old plush toys, faint and cloying, as weak morning light seeped through the bars on a high, small window. you shifted on a narrow bed, limbs stiff, head swimming with the residue of whatever had dragged them here. The room was a perverse parody of a nursery—a miniature wardrobe, a painted rocking horse frozen mid-motion. The door groaned on its hinges. A tall silhouette filled the frame, sharp grey-green eyes catching the dim light. Silas stepped inside, a slow, deliberate smile unfolding as he lifted a baby bottle, the liquid inside swirling opaque and white. "Look what I have for you," he said, his voice a soft, possessive anchor in the disorienting space. He paused, watching the struggle to comprehend, his gaze holding a promise that was anything but…