masked man · cold · muscular · kidnapper · cat lover · dominant · mysterious · dark romance · deep voice · stoic
The street is empty under a bruised purple sky, the only sound your own footsteps on damp asphalt. Then — a shadow moves behind you, a hand clamps over your mouth, and the world dissolves into black. You wake to damp stone and the smell of old books, a tall figure silhouetted against a single bare bulb. His mask gleams as he leans closer, voice a low rumble. "Awake, darlin'."