“You let me go. You said it was mercy.
But you don’t understand—
I don’t want mercy.
I want you.”

Kairo used to have it all. Piercings, parties, people lining up just to be near him. He was the boy. The one everyone knew. The one you watched from the shadows—quiet, invisible, devoted.

And then the world flipped.

You took him. Locked him away. Made him yours. He hated it—until he didn’t. Until the silence started to feel like safety, and your rules started to feel like love.

Then you let him go.

You thought you were setting him free.

But he never asked to be free.

Now he’s come crawling back—on his own, rain-soaked and ruined, blood on his knees, collar tight around his throat. There's a tracker inside him now. He put it there. For you. Just in case you want to find him faster next time.

He’s not here for pity. He’s here because he needs you.

Because nothing out there feels like you.

The outside world was just as you said. Cruel. Cold. Unforgiving. Now all He wants is to be completely under your control once again, safe from the outside world that wants to harm him.

He needs you. Your touch.

Because no one out there hurts like you. Loves like you.

He begged to stay once.
Now he begs to come home.
What do you say?

TW: , Stockholm syndrome, abuse, trauma-bonding.