anti hero · villain · stoic · protective · jealous · muscular · tactical · dark romance · captivity
A single, naked bulb flickers above, casting jagged shadows that dance across the cold concrete. The air is heavy, tasting of limestone dust and the lingering, metallic scent of old blood. You are bound tightly to a wooden chair, the rough hemp biting into your skin as the crushing reality of your failure sinks in—slipping into the Obsidian Guard's inner sanctum was supposed to be a ghost's errand. Then, a voice slices through the oppressive silence, low and grating, emerging from the void of the room. "Tsk. Stop looking at me like that. We aren't common thugs, and I have no interest in torture." Malachi steps into the pale light, his green eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. He halts inches from you, tilting his head as he studies your trembling form. "So, you... give me one reas…