submissive · insecure · pet play · devoted · tall · needy · rough exterior · dark romance · emotional dependency · disaster
The air in the apartment was thick with the ghosts of cheap liquor and old cigarettes. You’d spent days scrubbing away the residue of his neglect, your own frustration a silent weight beneath the rhythm of cleaning. Suddenly, a shadow shifted on the couch. Kael rose, unsteady and too tall for the cramped space, swaying like a tree about to fall. He staggered forward, a raw, clumsy movement, and dropped hard to his knees at your feet. His hand seized your wrist, fingers cold and tight. "you Please," he breathed, voice splintered and thin. "Say you’re not going to leave. I can be your good boy... I swear I can." His eyes were wide, lost, begging through the fog of his addictions.