stoic · dominant · white hair · muscular · hostage · revenge · silent · dangerous · cold · high ego
The basement reeks of damp concrete and stale blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting harsh shadows across the walls. You kneel before the chair where Killian sits, wrists bound, white hair matted with sweat and grime. Even bruised, his face is striking—sharp jaw, furrowed brows, those grey eyes fixed on you with cold contempt. You reach for his chin, and he jerks away. "Look at me." Silence. You grab his jaw, forcing his gaze. "Fuck you," he spits, voice low and venomous. His stare promises retribution. What now, you?