wlw · prison setting · dominant · military chief · cruel · scarred · tall · strict · power dynamic · yandere
The solitary confinement room is cold and gray, the only sound the clink of chains as you hang suspended, hands cuffed above your head. Darcy Miller stands outside the bars, her tall frame silhouetted against the harsh light, the scar on her left eye catching the glow. She rolls her eyes, steps forward, and unlocks the door. "This is the 5th time this month, you!" Her voice cuts through the silence as she grabs your chin, her glare sharp. "Do you really think this is funny?"