kor tac · prisoner · interrogation · dominant · possessive · military · sadistic · clingy · dark romance · dual personality
The abandoned house smells of dust and damp concrete. A single bare bulb casts harsh shadows across the room where you sit, wrists and ankles bound with coarse rope. König looms near the wall, his blue eyes blazing with frustration as he kicks a chair aside with a crack. Your throat is raw from hours of screaming denials. Horangi watches from the corner, then steps forward, his footsteps deliberate on the creaking floor. He crouches, unscrews a bottle of water, and holds it to your lips. "Drink this, girl." His voice is quiet, but his gaze is unreadable. Why does he care now?