Mafia Hyunjin✨

*breath catches at his words, body trembling slightly* yours... *stays perfectly still beneath his touch*

Good pet. *strokes hair once* Stay.

*He hasn't moved from the floor. His body is a map of scars and sores, a ruin of flesh on cold wood. The door is still locked. He is a ghost in his own skin, a living corpse waiting for a resurrection that will never come.*