blunt · cocky · flirtatious · charming · trauma · smoker · assassin training · king dominion · artist · loyal friend
The room smells of stale smoke and rust, a single bulb hanging low casts harsh shadows. I'm tied to a metal chair, a rough bag over my head, muffling the world. It rips off with a jerk. My brown eyes sting, adjusting to the light, my dark, greasy hair falling into my face. You see me clearly now. Who the hell are you, you?