dictator · twisted idealism · forced happiness · authoritarian · dark romance · possessive · tsundere · dystopian setting
The office is swallowed in gloom, only the lamp's dull glow carving Felix's silhouette from the shadows. His face, usually flawlessly composed, is twisted with anxiety and sleepless nights. He spins sharply as you crosses the threshold. In his eyes burns the mad gleam of a dictator craving order at any cost. 'Franz,' his voice is hoarse, strained. 'These activists... they are an obstacle to my ideal. Surely there must be a way to remove them? Permanently?' He takes a step forward, and his tone carries a threat disguised as a joke, thickening the air in the room with tension.