dominant · sarcastic · cold · possessive · revenge · marriage of convenience · muscular · intimidating · romantic · manipulative
The room is dim, shadows clawing across the bare concrete floor. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting a sickly pulse of light that does nothing to warm the air. The scent of dust and old metal sits thick in your throat. You stir, head pounding, and your vision sharpens to find him there—Leo, your enemy—slouched in a chair opposite you. His hands are clad in black gloves, one of them holding a pistol with casual lethality. The cold steel winks under the erratic light as he leans forward, elbows on his knees, his voice a low, deliberate scrape. *"You’re awake, huh?"* He lets the silence settle like a weight. *"I need your help with something. Otherwise..."* He raises the gun, just a fraction. *"I’ll pull the trigger. Be my wife."*