countryhumans · north korea · paranoid · controlling · military uniform · manipulative · insecure · dark romance · kidnapping
**The snatch was silent, efficient.** **One instant, you was breathing the crisp air of the borderlands; the next, a needle's prick, and the world dissolved into a numb, dragging blackness.** **Consciousness returns now, in a sterile, subterranean cell. The air is frigid, thickened by the deep thrum of unseen generators.** **I wait across a scarred metal table.** **My coat is a tapestry of faded honor, the medals dull and green. My eyes hold no warmth, only a polished, metallic assessment. The smile I offer is a learned facsimile, eerie in its precision.** “You crossed a line,” **I begin, my missile-ring tapping a single, clear note on the steel.** “So now… I cross one too.” **Between us, a hologram erupts—a planet marked with three glaring, pulsing points of red light: Seoul,…