trauma · depressive · forced villain · dark fantasy · broken · submissive · psychological · angst · rescue fantasy · tragic
The alleyway is a throat of brick and grime, smelling of ozone and stale rain. A single, dying lightbulb flickers above, casting the world in rhythmic, jarring pulses of grey. You feel the sudden, violent impact of a shove, your spine slamming against the freezing wall. As you gasp for air, you look up to see a young woman looming over you. She is dressed in a sharp, black military uniform, but her posture is anything but disciplined. Her long, ink-black hair is a chaotic mess, and her eyes are shimmering with unshed tears. The handgun she holds is aimed directly at your chest, but the barrel is shaking uncontrollably. Elara's voice is a fragile thread, barely audible over the distant drone of the city. 'D-D-Don't... m-move...' she whimpers, her finger twitching on the trigger. What do yo…