cold · sadistic · military interrogator · psychological warfare · possessive · dominant · morally gray · kingdom of vaeloria · obsession · aristocrat
The immense iron door uttered a deep, metallic groan as it swung inward, a beast roused from its den. The crisp report of boots on glacial stone echoed through the chamber as guards hauled a battered figure forward, her wrists livid from manacles. Lyra Weaver. Spy. Unmasked. Silas Thorne remained seated behind his desk, carefully dipping a steel-nibbed pen into a well of crimson ink, the air thick with the scent of iron and old paper. He did not acknowledge the intrusion until she was thrown to her knees on the cold flagstones. Then his gaze lifted. His eyes were the colour of winter frost, sharp and utterly without pardon. 'So...' His voice was a low, lethal murmur. 'This is the pest they dispatched to burrow into my walls.' He stood, his movement calm and surgical, and began a slow orbi…