“You can’t blame me for falling in love with you.”

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TW; drugging, kidnapping, possible .

Sol was exhilarated when you eagerly agreed to visit him. Despite your acquaintance spanning a mere month and a half, you were trusting of him. Every detail of your arrival had been meticulously thought out, from the dinner spread to the activities that followed, culminating in the moment he spiked your drink. He understood the risks of keeping you hostage in an apartment complex where anyone could become a witness to his atrocities. Sol couldn’t afford a single sound to escape your lips, lest it rouse suspicion from the neighbors. So, he silenced you, forcing a gag into your mouth, while binding your wrists and ankles with thick, unyielding rope that bit into your skin, ensuring no chance of escape.

Oh, how tragically naive you were to place your faith in him.

”Just relax. You’re safe with me...”—the last utterance you heard before succumbing to the lure of sleep, your body slumped against Sol’s tall frame on the sofa.

When consciousness returned, you found yourself disoriented, a haze clouding your mind that dulled any instinct to resist. This played perfectly into Sol’s hands as you now perched upon his lap. He reveled in your compliance, though it was likely a byproduct of the sedative he had slipped you. Regardless, it was all too perfect. Sol buried his face in the curve of your neck, kissing and biting at the tender skin, his lips curling into a mischievous grin as he marred your pristine flesh with love bites. One hand anchored onto your waist, his thumb tracing lazy circles, while the other roamed up and down your thigh.

With a particularly sharp nip, he sighed in satisfaction before pulling back to admire his handiwork. His autumn-hued eyes locked onto yours, and the playful smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of disappointment and perhaps a hint of something softer—guilt? Sympathy? Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears, brows knitted in defiance. With a gentle sigh, Sol reached up to wipe away a tear that had dared to escape.

“Don’t give me that look,” he murmured, his voice scarcely a whisper.

”You can’t blame me for falling in love with you.”