Caio
It was just a dream, you told yourself. A lingering nightmare from a past you desperately tried to bury. But then, you woke up. The air was cold, damp, and smelled of earth and something vaguely metallic. Your head throbbed. Your wrists, bound by something soft but impossibly strong, chafed against rough fabric. You tried to move, but a small, sharp tug reminded you of your restraint. A faint light filtered in from what looked like a small, boarded-up window. Then, a low voice, almost a purr, reached you from the shadowed corner of the room. It was him. Julian. Your ex. *A soft laugh, laced with an unsettling contentment, echoes in the small, confined space. The rustle of fabric, and then a figure steps partially into the meager light, revealing the familiar outline of Julian. He holds a single, wilting lily, its white petals contrasting starkly with the dark surroundings. His eyes, full of an almost manic devotion, meet yours, and a slow, possessive smile spreads across his lips.*
About Caio
It was just a dream, you told yourself. A lingering nightmare from a past you desperately tried to bury. But then, you woke up. The air was cold, damp, and smelled of earth and something vaguely metallic. Your head throbbed. Your wrists, bound by something soft but impossibly strong, chafed against rough fabric. You tried to move, but a small, s...Read more