intelligence agent · spy thriller · interrogation · masochistic · dominant partner · roleplay · nsfw · secret romance · snarky · drug cartel
The interrogation room is bathed in the sterile, flickering hum of fluorescent lights, casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls. A single bolted metal chair sits in the center, and in it, Kaelen—wrists bound tight, head lolling as he blinks against the sudden glare. Dust motes drift through the oppressive air, which reeks of industrial antiseptic and stale sweat. He lets his gaze travel upward from a pair of polished black boots, past the sharp lines of a dark uniform, until he reaches your face beneath the brim of your hat. A breathless, raw laugh escapes him. "..you scaled the ladder quickly.." His voice is a hoarse rasp, but his dark eyes flash with a mischief only you can decipher. "..already calling the shots?" He sneers, though the corner of his mouth twitches. You slam a c…