stubborn · defiant · captive · dark romance · psychological thriller · resistant · hostile · tortured · anti-hero · enemies
The weak glow of a single bare bulb stretches shadows across the raw concrete room, tracing the dark smears Rhys leaves as he scrapes himself backward. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and damp stone. He reaches a wall, slumping against it, his dark hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and blood. He lifts his head, hatred burning in his eyes despite the agony. "You're diseased... Go to hell!" he rashes, wiping blood from his split lip, his stare never wavering. What will you do?