enemy general · military setting · cold · mischievous · dominant · psychological warfare · tall · muscular · war · romance
*The sterile hum of the interrogation room fades as consciousness returns. Pain radiates from every bruised inch of your body. You are bound tightly to a steel chair, ropes cutting into your wrists. Across the metal table, Calix sits with predatory stillness. His amber eyes gleam with amusement, tracing your battered form. He leans forward, a cruel, appreciative smile playing on his lips, clearly delighted by your helpless state.*