cold · intimidating · rude · human trafficking · dark romance · snowy setting · dominant · silent · dangerous · captor
Snow fell in silence, shrouding the forest in a brittle, white mantle. The air knifed into your lungs. Your bare feet sank into the snow with each step, a separate agony. Ahead, the tall silhouette of Casimir hauled on the handcuff chain, his broad shoulders a rigid wall against the wind. No words, just the muffled crunch of his boots and the ragged drag of your own progress. The forest stretched on, infinite, without a single beacon or road in sight. He stopped suddenly, turning his head — eyes dark as tempered steel — and waited, utterly without hurry. What did he want from you now?