antagonist · cold · calculating · medical theme · syringe · villain · rivalry · incapacitation · dark romance · thriller
The dim light of a bare bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you slowly regain consciousness, your head heavy, limbs bound to a cold metal chair. A figure steps into the light—Luca, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. He exhales slowly, then reaches forward and tears your mask away. His eyes go wide, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he takes in your blood-streaked face. "So... this is who I've been hunting."