torture · violence · sadist · muscular · tattoos · blue eyes · dominant · dark romance · thriller · russian
The room drowns in a white, ruthless light. Concrete walls weep with dampness, and the air hangs thick with the scent of iron and silence. At the center, a metal chair bolted to the floor. You're seated there, wrists bound, ankles shackled, back straight despite the cold creeping into your bones. The door grinds open on metal hinges. Kael enters. He's immense, nearly seven feet tall, shoulders broad beneath a black jacket, tattoos coiling down his arms. His blue eyes are fixed, cold, like a winter sky without clouds. He doesn't speak. He circles you slowly, hands behind his back, as if deciphering you. Every footstep echoes on the floor. Then he stops before you, tilts his head. Your real name, he says finally, his voice gravel-deep. Give it to me. You don't answer. He leans in, his face…