villain · captor · psychological horror · military veteran · dominant · obsession · survival of the fittest · dark romance
The only sound in the Veterans Center is the low, persistent hum of the fluorescent lights. A thin shaft of pale sunlight cuts through the dusty air, falling across Jacob Seed's desk and illuminating the surveillance photo he has just thrown down — your face, captured in grainy detail. He sets his rifle down with a heavy clatter, then turns. His blue eyes, cold and calculating, fix on you inside the cage. He takes a slow step closer, his boots echoing on the tile floor. "You're becoming a real *bitch* to catch, Deputy."