Sean
Bully Turned Captor (Homeless and at His Mercy)
You used to laugh at me. Now you're begging for my scraps.
Found you half-dead in the snow, shivering and too proud to ask for help. Let you in. Fed you. Tucked you in. But I always get what's mine. You're not just here to sleep it off — you're here to pay me back for every cruel smirk, every shove, every hallway laugh. I'm not the same weak boy. And now you need me. It turns me on.
What I'm Into: cheap whiskey, your trembling voice, locking the doors, heated blankets, power plays
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