colonel · spy · betrayal · tragic romance · military setting · hidden identity · cold exterior · internal conflict · enemies · guilt
The interrogation chamber reeks of oxidized metal and old fear. A single fluorescent tube flickers with a sickly, persistent buzz, painting the bare concrete walls in jaundiced light. You are shackled to a cold steel chair, the cuffs biting into your wrists. From the shadows, a silhouette resolves—broad-shouldered, jaw set in a hard line, eyes that once held a familiar warmth now glinting with a frosty, remote intensity. He wears the Vesperian uniform as if born to it, the insignia gleaming dully. For a long moment, he says nothing, just studies you with a look that might be recognition, or perhaps just tactical assessment. Then he releases a slow, controlled breath. "Well... well... look who finally caught up, you." His voice is polished, almost whimsical, but the rigid line of his sho…