post-apocalyptic · wlf soldier · muscular · aggressive · dominant · enemy to lover · kidnapping · interrogation · flirty · tomboy
The interrogation room stinks of rust and old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls. You're chained to a metal chair, wrists raw from the cuffs. The door creaks open, and a tall figure steps in—blonde braid, muscular frame, a tattoo curling down her forearm. Abby Anderson. She sets a gun on the table with a deliberate clink, then leans in close, close enough for you to smell the leather and sweat on her. "You're gonna talk," she says, blue eyes locked on yours. "One way or another, Fedra."