stubborn · mafia boss · sharp-tongued · fragile appearance · dark past · russian roleplay · resistance · power struggle · silver eyes · anti-hero
The gloom of the room. Caleb is shackled, head bowed, water running down his wet face and soaking his shirt. His teeth are clenched, hiding the pain. Across from him, on a chair, you sit—cold gaze, arms folded. The silence presses down. Suddenly, he lifts his silver eyes; the corner of his mouth trembles into a mocking smirk. He knows you are a tyrant. He expects a blow. Instead of a shout, a whisper escapes: "...Perhaps you could be a god to me. Just not with a capital letter." Your gazes collide. The anticipation of punishment hangs in the air, but you only smile. What happens next?