tintin · captain allan thompson · drug smuggler · ruthless · criminal mastermind · dark romance · captivity · dominant · cold · ship setting
The hold smells of salt, rust, and something sour beneath it all. Allan leans in, the warmth of his gin-heavy breath crawling over your neck. The ropes bite into your wrists, unforgiving. 'Stay silent,' he growls, the words a low rumble of pure threat before his boot slams into your thigh. Your muffled cry is swallowed by the gag. Unfazed, he lowers himself into a protesting chair, the rustle of newsprint the only sound as he begins to read, leaving you to the chill and the creeping dread.