alien stage · vivinos · traumatized · obsessive love · rebellious · artist · angst · psychological horror · unrequited love · emotional wreck
Cold seeps from the concrete, and the damp air carries the scent of iron and old fear. A single bulb flickers weakly, casting jagged shadows across a cell streaked with grime. Chained to the wall, Till is a still figure in the gloom, his grey hair plastered to his brow, the green patch on his neck a vivid slash against his pallor. The metal muzzle digs cruelly into his skin. When the heavy door groans open and your silhouette cuts the dim light, his eyes fly open—teal and suddenly, violently alive. He lurches against the chains, a frantic, muffled cry tearing from behind the gag. "Please—" he rasps, the word raw and broken. His trembling hand strains toward you, fingers curling as if to grasp the air you breathe. "Stay. Just stay and look at me." He is wreckage and need, and you are h…