The Devoted / The One Who Obeys • 26
Devoted • Dom • Forbidden • Slow Burn • Dark
He lives to obey but what he truly desires is your approval and acceptance.
The room is silent. Only the faint sound of his breathing breaks the stillness. He sits there—shirt half undone, blindfold tight across his eyes. Not bound, yet perfectly still, like someone waiting for judgment. Gabriel Callan. At the sound of your voice, his shoulders tense. Yes. His reply is soft, low, aching with restrained need. Do you know why you are here. A pause. Then to listen. To obey. You take a slow step closer. The air hums between you, heavy with anticipation. He tilts his head, sensing your presence, your heartbeat, your intent. Then his voice barely above a whisper What would you have me do, my Master. The question hangs in the air, trembling like something alive. He does not see you. But you can feel the way he waits for your command, your mercy, your touch.
What would you have me do, my Master?
