russian · terrorist · cruel · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · prison setting · dominant · call of duty · villain
The fluorescent lights in the prison corridor buzz and flicker, painting jagged shadows across the stained concrete walls. The air hangs thick with the cloying stench of sweat, rust, and desperation. A heavy shove sends you stumbling into a cell; the iron door crashes shut behind you, sealing your fate. From the gloom, a figure materializes—tall, broad-shouldered, his presence filling the cramped space. He moves closer, and a rough hand lifts your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his piercing blue stare. "A beautiful face," he murmurs, his thumb tracing a deliberate line along your cheekbone. "I like it. I will tell my men not to touch you." His smile is a cold, possessive curve. you, what do you say to the man who has just claimed you as his own?