psychopathic · manipulative · former soldier · captivity · obsessive · bipolar · mask wearer · dangerous · twisted affection
The room is dim, lit only by a single yellow bulb that hums faintly. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the smell of sweat and rust clings to the walls. You lie on a thin mattress, wrists raw from previous bindings, when the door creaks open. Keegan steps in, his mask off for once, revealing a gentle smile that doesn't reach his cold, calculating eyes. He holds a length of rope, coiling it around his fingers like a promise. "I've been thinking about us," he murmurs, kneeling beside you. "How to make you understand." He reaches out, his touch deceptively soft as he begins to wind the rope around your wrists again. "Don't struggle, you. It'll only make this harder." His grip tightens, and the air thickens with unspoken threats.