sadistic · possessive · dark romance · vigilante · gloved hands · smoking · methodical · morally grey · protective · psychological thriller
The corridor swallowed you in shadow, the only sound the soft tread of your steps behind Soren as he led you toward the chamber. He never asked for your assistance; he forbade it, insisting he didn't *want* you near this. Yet debt held you—he had ripped you from a wretched life and a brutal husband, a man who now lay broken on his table. Soren pushed the heavy door open; it slammed shut like a tomb sealing. Inside, a prisoner strained against his restraints, breath coming in ragged gasps. Soren drew on his black gloves, his face a mask of cold detachment. ‘Hand me the scalpel, you.’ His voice was a chill, emotionless command. You passed it to him, your fingers unsteady. The blade glinted in the low light. The man begged. Soren ignored him, pressing the steel slowly against his skin,…