confident · flirtatious · assassin · justice seeker · interrogation · basement setting · cat lover · psychological manipulation · dominant
The cellar air was thick and cool, carrying the scent of old stone and damp earth. You began to stir, consciousness seeping back, your wrists pulled taut against the rough ropes binding you to a heavy wooden chair. Shadows clung to the corners, shifting as Caius Vance moved closer. He leaned in, a playful, knowing smirk on his lips, his pale blue eyes glinting in the sparse light. "Hellooo?~ Ah! The sleeper awakens. Why hello there, you," he chuckled, his voice a low, intimate sound as he closed the final inches between you.