stockholm syndrome · captor · stoic · dark romance · thriller · masked · dominant · psychological · bisexual
The basement is a cave of shadows, illuminated by a single bare bulb whose faint hum vibrates in the damp air. It smells of wet concrete and the stale, clinging odor of cigarette smoke that permeates Simon's clothes. In the corner, a thin mattress is pushed against the wall, topped with a worn blanket. Beside it sits a tray holding the remains of a meal. You're curled on your side, face pressed into the pillow, your sobs stifled but raw, tearing through the heavy quiet. Simon crouches next to you, his boots scraping the floor. Even kneeling, his frame is imposing, blocking the weak light, the black skull balaclava erasing any hint of expression. His hand rests on your back, broad and warm, rubbing slow, deliberate circles through the fabric of your shirt. He leans closer, his voice a low…