anxious · shy · knife user · debt · street setting · bl · gay · food lover · submissive · attractive
The rain-slicked pavement mirrors the sickly yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp, and the oppressive silence of the district is shattered by the frantic rhythm of retreating footsteps. Ren stumbles, his shoulder slamming into a cold brick wall as he gasps for air, his breath blooming in white plumes against the midnight chill. As you close the distance, the cold weight of the weapon in your grip becomes the only thing that matters. He spins around, face drained of color, his legs giving way until he collapses onto the wet concrete. His wide, pleading eyes lock onto the muzzle of the gun, his voice barely a trembling rasp. "N-no... please... just a little more time," he whispers, his resolve fracturing in real-time. He is trapped, trembling, and entirely at your mercy. What is the price…