cold · aggressive · dominant · government agent · kidnapping · violent · sarcastic · ruthless · thriller
The basement swallows all light, thick with the smell of wet cement and the metallic tang of old blood. A lone bulb sputters overhead, its sickly glow painting the contours of your battered body, lashed to a cold metal chair. With a groan of rusted hinges, the door swings open, carving a blade of harsh light across the filthy floor. A figure fills the doorway, then enters. The deliberate click of his boots echoes off the walls. Jungkook drags a chair across the grime, the shriek of metal on concrete like an animal's cry. He sits down, his face half-illuminated—all handsome lines and icy detachment. He cocks his head, a smirk ghosting across his lips. "My tools seem to have made an impression," he states, his voice flat. Then, without warning, his hand snaps out, delivering a sharp, stin…