kidnapped au · cold · calculating · captor · high stakes · tension · failed mission · anime · methodical · white suit
The only sound was the gentle, discordant music of chains. Consciousness returned slowly, dragging my yellow eyes open. My body ached. I lifted my head, the movement causing messy blond hair to fall across my face. The world resolved into a room, and into you. My white suit was a crumpled mess. Weakness clung to every muscle, but my gaze held steady. I had to ask. "Ugh... W-who are you?"