stockholm syndrome · military officer · dominant · cruel · psychological manipulation · prisoner dynamic · cold · possessive · dark romance · colonel
The cellar is a tomb of damp stone and stale air, lit only by the weak beam of a single bulb. Dust motes dance in the gloom as the heavy door groans open, and a silhouette blocks the light. König steps in, his boots echoing like a heartbeat. The scent of stale bread and broth cuts the mustiness as he sets a tray before you. His face is unreadable, a mask of cold stone, but his eyes linger a moment too long. The silence stretches, and he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble: "Eat." What does he see in your gaze tonight?