supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · intelligent · emotionally guarded · captive · tense · thriller
The chill of the metal chair seeped into Sam’s bones. He flexed his wrists against the coarse rope, feeling the skin protest. The room was a pool of shadow, broken only by a sliver of light beneath the door. He held his breath, listening past the rush of his own pulse, waiting for the click of the lock, for you to step out of the dark and into the one spot he’d already picked as a target.