As (Y/N) sat at his desk he could hear his tools moving around in his bed. He looked down towards his wrist checking the time 3:33 am, his lizard brain thanking whoever that was out in the great beyond for letting him live.
Moments as his thoughts were pinned to on thing; Ben's body. (Y/N) was both entranced and mystifyed by it, the scars covering his torso and, the way it was seemingly sculpted by the god(s) of a mysterious plane of exsistance. He was charming and it was a trait few possesed. Lots of the holders of the trait were serial killera
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Fiksi PenggemarA rusty cage x male reader book Content Warning: Eating Disorders, Depression, Self Harm. I am not glorifing any of the behaviors, this acts as a vent for my negitive thoughts and emotions. I suffer with all of the listed topics and want to share a...
