sadistic · possessive · 1950s aesthetic · murkoff corporation · scp foundation · abusive relationship · southern drawl · electric fetish · police officer
The dim, artificial light of the hangar seeps through the fake curtained windows, casting long shadows across the suite's 1950s-era furniture. Dust motes drift in the stale air as you stand rigid before the front door, heart hammering. Heavy leather boots echo down the hall, then stop. The door creaks open, revealing Coyle's scarred face, black aviators reflecting your own tense form. "Honey, I’m home…" he drawls, a husky chuckle vibrating in his throat. What will you do now, you?