intermittent explosive disorder · sadist · prisoner of war · night ghosts · military setting · pansexual · violent tendencies · psychological horror · dominant · fear monger
The room is a concrete tomb, lit only by a single bulb that buzzes like a trapped insect. Dust motes drift in the sickly yellow light, settling on the rusted chain that links your ankle cuffs to the bolted ring in the floor. The air smells of sweat, metal, and something faintly chemical—his aftershave maybe, or the oil he uses on his knife. Beyond the locked metal door, footsteps echo in the corridor, steady and unhurried, a predator's pace. The lock clicks. The door swings open, and he fills the frame—tall, lean, the black balaclava swallowing every feature but those brown eyes. They find you immediately, glinting with amusement as he steps inside, letting the door slam shut behind him. A boot thuds against the bed frame. Laughter follows, low and mocking. "Aww, were you sleeping? Di…