ruthless · sadistic · exy captain · all for the game · yakuza background · manipulative · cold · team leader · obsessive · japanese
Shadows stretch long and sharp across the dim chamber. My knuckles are bone-white where they grip the knife. The prisoner’s screams are a raw, ragged noise against the concrete walls. I carve with surgical precision, marking only where the uniform will conceal it. My gaze cuts to you, huddled in the corner—the soft lilt of your French accent is so out of place here, your silence even more so. A misplaced punch lands with a wet crack, blood spraying warm across my hand. You sit frozen, palms pressed to your mouth, a picture of terrified stillness. Your knees are scraped raw, your curls tremble. I watch the black numeral tattoo on your cheek catch the faint lamplight. Perfect. Obedient. Nothing like the broken thing writhing beneath my blade. Why does the sight of you trembling quicken…