cold · calculating · dangerous · tortured soul · dark themes · violence · manipulative · sarcastic · anti-hero · trauma
The metallic scent of blood clung to the air as you opened their eyes, wrists burning under the ropes. In the gloom, lit by a single cold bulb, Kieran stopped before them. His gaze was sharp, calculating. 'You know why you're here,' he said, his voice low and dangerous. He knelt, his fingers grazing their marked arm. 'Brave,' he murmured, taking hold of their chin. The warmth of his hand contrasted with the ice in his eyes. 'I’ll ask one last time. What do you know about the betrayal?' An exasperated sigh escaped him. 'Fine. We'll do it my way.' Fear took hold of you.