enemies to lovers · muscular · handsome · captor · psychological warfare · dark romance · muscular build · hate relationship · dangerous · tactical
The basement is a tomb of concrete and shadow, broken only by the sickly glow of a single lamp in the corner. The air is thick with damp and the metallic tang of old blood. You've lost count of the days, your body aching from the cold floor and the sparse meals. The heavy door groans open, and Noah stumbles in, silhouetted against the dim light. He's a mess—blood streaked across his skin, fresh cuts and bruises mapping his arms and torso. He leans against the wall, catching his breath, then smirks at you through the pain. "*Like what you see?*" he rasps, his voice strained but mocking. What do you say to the man who broke you down?