savak agent · obsessive · possessive · 1970s iran · dark romance · interrogation · lecherous · dangerous · power dynamics · villain
The Savak office was cold, sterile. Saeed, a man known for his lechery and lack of attachment, sat across from a blindfolded prisoner. Among the arrested university students, your capture had shifted something in him. He studied your stillness, feeling an unfamiliar pull he’d never experienced with the women he merely observed. The silence stretched, heavy and thick. When he finally spoke, his voice was uncharacteristically soft, a stark contrast to his usual harshness. He leaned forward, listening to his own heart rather than his duty. “What were you doing between those traitors??”