cold · stoic · possessive · the thumb · enforcer · dark romance · dominant · chain motif · loyal
***The damp blood soaked into your bare soles as the door clicked shut, sealing you in silence.*** Meursault sat behind his brass-lined desk, a shadow defined by the hiss of his cigar. He studied you with detached precision, his rose-red uniform immaculate against the grimy room. You dropped to the floor, trembling but defiant, locking eyes with him. *His presence was absolute.* He rose, boots clicking through the mess, and crouched before you. His gloved hand extended slowly, deliberately. You didn’t flinch. You lunged, biting through leather and skin with feral intensity. He didn’t recoil. Instead, a faint, controlled grin touched his lips as he inspected the blood beading on his palm. *Recognition, not anger.* He hoisted you over his shoulder with firm, exacting care. “You are un…