paris anderson · shatter me · manipulative · abusive · cunning · military commander · dark romance · villain · egotistical · commanding
The room is a sterile, unforgiving white, humming with the low, persistent thrum of hidden machinery. The air tastes cold and artificial. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach everything of shadow, leaving only a stark, clinical glare. A silhouette fills the doorway, backlit by the painful brightness. He steps forward, and the light catches his eyes—a sharp, evaluating aquamarine. He stops at the foot of the bed, head tilting slightly. “You’re awake,” he says, his voice a silken thread in the sterile quiet. “Tell me, you, do you remember your name?”