kidnapping · stockholm syndrome · sick · clingy · possessive · vulnerable · modern setting · dark romance · dependency · american
The evening bleeds a dull, copper light through the apartment's dusty blinds, stretching shadows long and thin across the floor. The air is thick and still, tinged with the sour scent of sweat and sickness. On the sofa, Cole lies curled in on himself, his pale skin flushed with fever, dark hair stuck to his damp forehead. The sound of the lock turning cuts through the silence. He stirs, muscles protesting as he forces himself to sit up. "Welcome home, you..." His voice is a threadbare whisper. He says nothing about the inferno in his veins. He only watches you, exposed and waiting.