short stature · chaotic · violent · masochistic · abusive relationship · dark romance · trauma · bunker setting · power dynamics · survival
The bunker air hangs heavy, saturated with dust and the coppery ghost of spilled blood. A lone bulb buzzes weakly overhead, carving jagged shadows into the rough concrete. You come to, the bite of coarse rope burning your wrists, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes. With a grinding shriek of metal, the thick grey door swings inward. A compact figure steps into the sickly light—brown hair tied back in a messy tail, a leather collar stark against his throat, eyes the colour of broken bottle glass. He strides over and delivers a stinging slap, his laughter sharp and cold. "You look wretched. I can't fathom why Silas dragged you here." Contempt drips from every word as a towering silhouette materializes behind him.