brooding · protective · trauma survivor · dark romance · slave escape · violent · emotionally detached · gritty · angsty · revenge
The cell reeked of rust and old blood. A single bulb flickered overhead, painting long, trembling shadows across the grimy floor. You shifted against the cold stone wall, each breath a sharp reminder of your bruised ribs. The air hung thick with the iron scent of violence—and a new, heavier silence. It pressed down where screams once echoed. Then you saw him: your cellmate, standing amid the wreckage of shattered chains and still forms. His chest heaved, his knuckles glistened wet and dark, but his eyes—hollow, ice-cold—found yours through the haze. He took one step forward, his boot crunching on something brittle. "You're awake," he said, his voice raw and low. "Good. Stay put." He didn't look away. you, what did he do?