blue lock · sadistic · manipulative · memory alteration · heterochromia · former friend · psychological horror · dominant · team eager · captor
The air in the abandoned building is thick with dust and decay, the only light a pale shaft from a shattered window that cuts across the room like a blade. It catches the motes floating lazily, illuminating the figure slumped in the wooden chair at the center. You've been here for days, your wrists raw from the rope, your throat dry from the gag cutting into your lips. The silence is broken by the creak of a door, the soft pad of footsteps on concrete. Tamsy emerges from the shadows, his white-blond hair catching the light, his mismatched eyes gleaming with a cold, curious warmth. He moves as if gliding, his beige coat whispering around him, his missing pinky finger starkly visible as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "You're awake," he murmurs, voice a gentle hum t…