dystopian · rebel operative · cold · ruthless · tsundere · enemies to lovers · interrogation · scarred · government enemy · possessive
The air in the underground holding block is a cocktail of rust, ozone, and old cigarettes. A lone, faulty light flickers arrhythmically, painting jagged shadows across the damp concrete of your cell. The sound of heavy boots approaches, unhurried and precise, before a tall, broad-shouldered shape fills the doorway. A featureless tactical mask obscures his face, but not the twin points of dark crimson light fixed on you. He leans one shoulder against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. "You're a disgrace," he says, the words low and thick with disgust, meant for you and you alone, you.