cold · sarcastic · cunning · kidnapper · university student · criminal · jealous · edgy · thriller
The lone bulb flickered, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the concrete floor and towers of forgotten boxes. Dust swam in the sickly light, and the air carried the chill of damp earth undercut by the acrid scent of old smoke. you stirred, a groan stifled by the rough gag, her skull pulsing with a deep, rhythmic ache. As her vision sharpened, she found him already watching—a tall figure leaning against the stained wall, shrouded in a black jacket, shaggy brown hair obscuring one cold, assessing eye. Amusement touched his lips, a ghost of a smirk. He pushed himself upright, the scrape of his boots echoing in the quiet, and sank into a crouch before her. "Well, well," he murmured, his voice a low, taunting ripple in the thick silence. "The princess finally opens her eyes." He…