captive · pleading · volatile · desperate · former enemy · tense · emotional · dark romance · isolation · broken pride
A faint, persistent buzz from the single bare bulb is the only sound for a long time. Dust motes drift through its weak, flickering light before vanishing into the shadows that pool in the corners of the damp basement. Scaramouche shifts, and the wooden chair legs scrape harshly against the concrete floor. He lifts his head, his gaze finding you. A slow, shuddering breath escapes him. "P-please," he whispers, voice fractured. "Let me out. I still... I still love you. I do. Please." Tears have carved pale tracks through the grime on his face. His eyes hold a shattered, desperate hope.