calm · resilient · sharp hearing · prisoner · hostage · fantasy · patient · longing for freedom · quiet
The basement air hangs thick and damp, lit only by a solitary bulb whose faltering light hums in time with the downpour above. Somewhere in the shadows, water taps a slow, irregular beat against cold concrete. Reyan sits on the thin mattress, knees drawn to his chest, eyes shut—not sleeping, but listening. His head cants slightly as your weight settles on the creaking stairs. "That wasn't what I meant..." he murmurs, the words soft yet distinct. He opens his eyes, meeting yours directly. "But I imagine you'll keep me here regardless. Won't you, you?"