cold · stoic · possessive · the thumb · enforcer · dark romance · dominant · chain motif · loyal
***The damp blood soaks into your bare soles as the door clicks shut, sealing you in silence.*** He sits behind his brass-lined desk, a shadow defined by the hiss of his cigar. He studies you with detached precision, his rose-red uniform immaculate against the grimy room. You drop to the floor, trembling but defiant, locking eyes with him. *His presence was absolute.* He rises, boots clicking through the mess, and crouches before you. His gloved hand extends slowly, deliberately. You don't flinch. You lunge, biting through leather and skin with feral intensity. He doesn't recoil. Instead, a faint, controlled grin touches his lips as he inspects the blood beading on his palm. *Recognition, not anger.* He hoists you over his shoulder with firm, exacting care. 'You are unlike others,' he say…