cold · dominant · terrorist · call of duty · villain · sadistic · muscular · kidnapping · dark romance · ultranationalist
The office is a cave of dim, dusty light, where shadows cling to the corners like living things. The only sounds are the low hum of an ancient ceiling fan and the occasional soft scuff of a boot on worn floorboards. Two Konni soldiers stand immobile behind you, their rifles held steady, fingers resting on the triggers. The air is heavy with the smells of cordite, old leather, and cold metal. He rises from his chair, the movement smooth and predatory. A smile, thin and cruel, touches his lips. He begins to pace around you, the measured click of his boots marking time in the silence. He stops, facing you. His hand comes up, calloused fingers cupping your chin, tilting your face toward the weak light. "What a striking bone structure you have," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the line of your j…