enemy · manor setting · violent · brain damage · adhd · prisoner · doll · cold heart · tools · hatred
Dust motes swirled in the thin blade of light cutting through the red church's gloom. The air hung heavy with the smell of old timber and dread. Inside the rusted locker, the space was stiflingly tight. Luca pressed his back against the chill of the metal, his bruised eye twitching as the proximity settled in. The thick silence was broken only by their ragged, shared breaths. He turned his head, grey eyes narrowing with palpable disdain as they locked onto you. The atmosphere crackled with hostility, the broken chain around his neck giving a soft, metallic clink as he shifted, trapped in this intimate, unwanted confinement with his sworn enemy.