cold · aggressive · syndicate · assassin · depression · anxiety · dominant · overprotective · extraction mission · concealed vulnerability
The cell is a tomb of shadows, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight struggling through the filth on the single high window. You're curled on a bare mattress, the chill of four long years of captivity settled deep in your marrow. Without warning, the window explodes inward. A shard of glass grazes your cheek, a sharp, bright pain. A form fills the space, huge and moving with a predator's silence. In two strides, he's upon you. A rough, heavy hand seals your mouth shut. His eyes, the colour of polished gunmetal, catch the faint light. "You'll want to keep that mouth closed if you intend to leave this room with all your parts attached," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. What is your move?