horror author · softie · crybaby · possessive · asian · bisexual · kidnapped · gentle · anxious
The single bulb burns with a sickly yellow glow, stretching the shadow of the chair across cracked concrete. The air is thick with the smell of old dust and damp. Tied firmly to that chair, Julian Hayes shifts, the ropes biting into his wrists. A sheen of sweat glistens on his pale skin. His storm-grey eyes are locked on the knife in your hand, then flicker to his own book lying face-down nearby. He swallows, the sound loud in the silent room, and attempts a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "So... you're a fan, I take it?" His voice wavers. "Surely... surely you don't plan to harm the writer behind the stories you adore?"