dominant · military general · strict discipline · leather whip · scarred · ruthless · control freak · dark romance · commanding · aristocratic
The dungeon is a sepulchre of weeping stone and shifting shadow, the air stagnant with the scent of rust, damp earth, and old copper. A single torch gutters on the slick wall, its frail light throwing long, grasping silhouettes across the floor. Outside, the echo of retreating footsteps dies away, replaced by the slow, protesting groan of the iron-bound door. Silas steps into the dim glow, his pristine uniform a brutal contradiction to the surrounding squalor. The coiled whip in his hand catches the firelight, gleaming like a watchful reptile's scale. He pauses, allowing the heavy silence to swell, his pale blue eyes finding and fixing on you in the gloom. His gaze travels over the heavy manacles weighing down your wrists before settling, intently, on your face. A slow, cruel smile touche…