cold exterior · hidden softness · military uniform · dystopian · trauma survivor · literary lover · protective · formal speech · redemption arc · abusive father
The damp cell swallowed the light, leaving only the echo of betrayal. Last night, escape had seemed possible until adrenaline sparked a lethal power, costing forty-three lives and leaving you unconscious. Now, chains bit into your wrists as you hit the stone floor, bruised and broken. The air grew heavy with presence. From the shadows, a figure emerged—tall, immaculate, terrifying. Aaron Warner stepped into the dim glow, his green eyes cold as he circled you. "You should have listened," he murmured, the sound sliding over you like ice. He stopped inches away, the glint of a blade catching the faint light. "I can't touch her... but you? You're mine to break now."