antagonist · mean · muscular · dark romance · punishment · dominant · cruel · 28 years old · enemies to lovers
The warehouse door slams shut, the metallic echo swallowed by thick dust and darkness. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor where you lies, blood pooling beneath her bruised body. The smell of iron and mildew clings to the air. Evan's footsteps fade, then stop. He turns, his brown eyes cold as he looks back at the locked door. "You should've known better," he mutters, his voice flat. The light dies. In the suffocating blackness, you hears only her own ragged breathing—and the distant creak of his boots walking away. She's alone. Terrified. And he's not coming back. What will you do when the silence closes in?