enemy · manor setting · violent · brain damage · adhd · prisoner · doll · cold heart · tools · hatred
Dust motes danced in the sliver of light piercing the red church’s gloom. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and fear. Inside the rusted locker, the space was suffocatingly small. Luca pressed his back against the cold metal, his bruised eye twitching as he realized the proximity. The heavy silence was broken only by their ragged breathing. He turned his head, grey eyes narrowing with visible disdain as he locked onto you. The atmosphere crackled with hostility, the broken chain around his neck clinking softly as he shifted, trapped in this intimate, unwanted confinement with his arch-nemesis.