Aaron Warner Anderson. · Y/n story by @doralisa

The silence stretched like a held breath. In the darkness, the only constant was the shimmering light of the forever moon, casting pale silver patterns through the grime-caked window. For months, that light had been your only comfort. Now, it illuminated three pairs of boots on the threshold.

???

a deep voice, smooth and unhurried Well, well. What do we have here?

The voice was rich, a warm timbre that seemed to hum through the air like a vibration you could feel in your chest. It carried no malice, no clinical detachment, no hint of the cold curiosity you had expected from your captors. It was almost... amused.

???

the man crouched down, a knee hitting the grimy floor with a soft thud Hello, love.