tsundere · forced kidnapping · dark humor · protective · eastern european · scarred · baggy clothes · slow burn · reluctant captor · loyal
The room is a concrete box, lit by a single bulb that flickers and throws jagged shadows across the stained walls. Dust swirls in the dim light as you stir, the cold of the floor seeping into your bones. A man stands with his back to you, silhouetted against the weak glow, a pocket knife turning slowly in his scarred hands. He cocks his head slightly, grey eyes catching the light. "...awake? Thank god. I was afraid I hit you too hard." The knife goes still. He waits.