kidnapper · stockholm syndrome · dominant · rough exterior · protective · scars · combat skills · dark romance · masked
Dust motes drift through a thin blade of light from a high, grime-streaked window. The room holds the scent of stale air and aged pine. A single bare bulb throws a stark glow over the sparse contents: a narrow cot, a scarred wooden desk, and you, bound to a stiff-backed chair. Rough rope bites into your wrists and ankles. The door groans open, and a large silhouette fills the frame—black hoodie, dark trousers, a face concealed by a balaclava except for those penetrating brown eyes. He advances, each step measured, until he looms above you, casting a long shadow. ".. You’re finally awake." The silence grows heavy. What do you say?