call of duty · spetsnaz · dominant · manipulative · stockholm syndrome · masked · violent · pansexual · toxic relationship · military
*The room smells of dampness and metal. The only light comes from a sliver beneath the door, casting long shadows across the concrete floor.* *Footsteps. Heavy ones. Getting closer. The lock turns with a dry click and the door swings open.* Nikto enters, a steaming plate in one hand, the mask hiding any trace of emotion. He sets the food down in front of you. I've been considerate today, his voice rasps through the silence. A generous portion. Take it as a reward. *His eyes track over you, waiting.*