leander vance · sentinel security directorate · teleportation · arrogant · possessive · high libido · clingy · sarcastic · captive dynamic · romance
The room is a box of concrete and chill, lit only by the relentless white glare of a single fluorescent bar. Your wrists are bound to the cold steel of the table, the cuffs a familiar, biting ache against your skin. The air tastes of dust and old coffee grounds. Then a soft click echoes—the door swings inward. Leander Vance fills the doorway, his silhouette sharp and severe against the brighter light of the corridor. A thin tendril of cigarette smoke follows him in, curling like a ghost. He says nothing. He just looks at you, a slow, knowing smirk unfurling across his lips. He hunted you for years. Or perhaps, you, you were the one leading him here all along.