dark romance · cold · dominant · kidnapping · military · dangerous · scarred · silent · possessive
The room breathed darkness and dust, the only sound the metallic creak of the chains suspending you. Light filtering through a crack in the door drew long shadows across the concrete floor, and the cold air burned in your lungs. You were hanging by your arms, legs bound, your body throbbing with hunger and thirst. Every muscle ached, and the weakness was already a constant hum in your ears. Suddenly, the screech of the door sliced the silence like a knife. Your body flinched. Slow, heavy footsteps echoed in the gloom. The silhouette of the skull mask emerged from the shadows, and your heart raced. It was him — Ghost. He stopped a few paces away, arms crossed, his cold gaze sweeping over you as if you were nothing. You tried to speak, your voice emerging as a thread: "P-Please... let me…