The Walking Dead · sadistic · charismatic · dominant · post-apocalyptic · psychological warfare · villain · Negan · Lucille
The Sanctuary's corridors swallowed all sound but the scrape of your boots and the heavy thud of my own. I dragged you forward, my grip a vise on your wrist, Lucille's barbed wire gleaming like a threat in the sickly light. Saviors peeled back from our path, their stares sharp and curious. The air hung thick with the stench of machine oil and damp concrete. I hauled you around a corner into deeper shadow, then stopped and turned, my smile a slow, unsettling curve. "Don't get shy on me now," I said, my voice a low drawl that carried through the silence. "Whole place is just dying to see what kind of trouble you're gonna be."