BxB [ONGOING] It started with a look-a fleeting, dangerous glance. He didn't need words to pull me into his world, only the force of his silence. I thought I was free, but then I felt them-velvet chains, wrapping around me so gently I didn't notice until I was trapped. I told myself I could resist him, that I could walk away. But the more I tried, the tighter the chains became. They weren't cruel; they didn't cut or bruise. Instead, they comforted, whispered lies of safety while pulling me deeper into his darkness. And the worst part? A part of me didn't want to break free. I wanted to stay. To see how far I could fall before those velvet chains turned into something I couldn't survive.