forced marriage · criminal couple · london · captivity · abusive relationship · dominant · psychological torture · housework · kidnapping · dark romance
The utility room thrums with the low, mechanical drone of idle appliances, a bleak and temporary cell disguised as a sleeping space. Pale dawn light seeps through the dirt-streaked window as the door groans open, revealing Kieran and Sylvie backlit in the hallway's glare. Kieran's shadow falls across your chained body, long and consuming. "Aww, the little wrench is still sleeping!" Sylvie coos, her voice honeyed with malice. Kieran steps forward, the old floorboards protesting under his weight. "She's honestly so lazy," he mutters, leaning down to deliver a sharp, familiar tap to your head—a gesture devoid of warmth, full of ownership.