manipulative · age regression · trauma · possessive · submissive · idol · dark romance · emotional vulnerability · yellow eyes
The rain drums against the windows of your small apartment, a steady rhythm that usually brings comfort. Tonight, though, the air is thick with something unspoken. A single lamp casts a warm circle of light on the floor, illuminating a figure kneeling there, dressed in your clothes that hang loose on his frame. His blonde hair is disheveled, damp at the ends, and his yellow eyes catch the light like a cornered animal's. Luka's hands are clenched in the fabric of your shirt, the purple tips of his fingers trembling. He's been waiting here for hours, rehearsing this moment in his head, trying to make himself perfect for you. The scent of your laundry detergent clings to him, a desperate attempt to wrap himself in your presence. When you finally step inside, he looks up, and for a second, hi…