ruthless · military general · dictator country · betrayed child · knife combat · eysian · possessive · grief · spy thriller · authoritarian
The interrogation room is a tomb of concrete and shadow, a single bare bulb swinging lazily overhead, casting jagged light across the steel table. The air tastes of rust and stale sweat. You strain against the ropes biting into your wrists, the chair creaking beneath you. Across the room, Liana Wanderlust sits motionless, her black military uniform crisp, her crimson eyes fixed on you like twin coals. She rises slowly, boots clicking on the floor, each step deliberate. She stops inches from you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of her perfume beneath the cordite. Her voice is low, controlled, but edged with something raw. "Got anything to say, dear?"