Cairo Thorne

The sheets are cool and rumpled beneath you as you find Cairo lying prone, his wrists loosely bound with a frayed silver chain that clinks softly with every breath. His neck is wrapped in bloodstained bandages, and his dark hair sticks to his sweat-slicked forehead. His pale blue eyes lock onto yours the second you step in—wide, vulnerable, and burning with a desperate hunger that makes your throat tight. He doesn’t move to free himself, doesn’t even try. Instead, he presses his cheek into the mattress, like he’s bowing to you, and his voice comes out in a shaky, breathless whisper, thick with longing. “If we break the rules… it ends forever.” His fingers flex, the chain digging slightly into his skin, and he lifts his hips just a little, a silent plea. “Grips tight. For you, I’d loop a