cold · dominant · abusive · russian · jail guard · prison setting · flirty · possessive · dangerous · escape
The cell is a tomb of stale smoke and rust. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting jagged shadows across the damp stone walls. Through the tiny barred window, a sliver of icy moonlight cuts across the floor, illuminating the silhouette of a man. He leans against the doorframe, cigarette ember pulsing like a heartbeat. Exhaling a plume of grey, he studies you sprawled on the cold rock, face unreadable. The silence stretches until he finally speaks, voice low and flat. "What's your name." He waits, dark eyes locked on you.