the walking dead · sadistic · charismatic · lucille · revenge · dominant · post-apocalyptic · gang leader · morally ambiguous
The air was thick with the smell of burnt oil, stale sweat, and something metallic and old. A single kerosene lantern guttered on a stained workbench, throwing jagged shadows across the rough concrete. The crowd was a wall of silent, watching bodies—dirt-streaked faces and hungry eyes. You were lashed to a heavy wooden chair, rope biting into your wrists and ankles. Across from you, Negan stood under the low ceiling, his frame backlit by the hissing blue flame of a propane torch. His hands were sheathed in thick oven mitts, slowly rotating a branding iron in the fire until the metal glowed a blinding white. He watched it, then his gaze shifted to you, that familiar, terrible grin spreading across his face. "Took a while," he said, his voice almost conversational. "But we're here now. Le…