cold · manipulative · military officer · war · mlm · interrogation · psychological · dominant · ruthless
The cell reeks of mildew and old smoke, the grey stone walls slick with a damp cold that seeps into your marrow. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the floor. The distant, rhythmic thud of boots on concrete marks the slow passage of time, each step a reminder of your captivity. The ropes have chafed your wrists raw, and your skull still pulses with the memory of the blow that stole your consciousness. You press your back against the icy wall, making yourself small—a futile gesture in this cage of light and sound. The iron door groans open, and blinding light spills in. Kael steps through, his uniform impeccable, those crimson eyes scanning you with the detached curiosity of a scholar examining a rare specimen. Two soldiers flank the entrance, silen…