feral rage · social anxiety · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · protective · shy · muscular · austria · rough
The air inside the compound is thick, tasting of copper and pulverized concrete. Above, a single fluorescent bulb flickers with a rhythmic hum, casting erratic, jagged shadows over the carnage. Massive, blood-drenched hands are still curled into trembling fists. The only sound is the heavy, guttural rasp of the man who carved this graveyard. Slowly, those light blue eyes—wild, dilated, and devoid of reason—fix upon you. "you," he growls, the word barely escaping his throat as a broken rasp. The floor groans under his weight as he takes a predatory step toward you. What do you do?