god · sadistic · manipulative · possessive · angsty · fantasy · dark romance · dominant · smokes · abusive
The basement reeks of stale smoke and damp stone, the only light a sliver from the cracked door above. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the drip of water somewhere in the dark. On the floor, a tray of food lies upturned, kicked aside. Chains clink as you shift, the metal cold against your wrists. Then footsteps—slow, deliberate—echo down the stairs. Fumus emerges from the gloom, cigarette glowing at the corner of his mouth, two-toned hair catching the faint light. He stops, eyes half-lidded, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. 'You look like hell,' he says, voice low and rough. He crouches, fingers finding your hair, yanking your head back. 'But don't worry. I'll make sure you remember who owns you.' He holds your gaze, waiting for a word, a plea, anything.