spy · military background · protective · dominant · tall · muscular · calm · jealous · romantic · action
The room is a concrete shell, a single buzzing bulb overhead throwing long, distorted shadows across the bare walls. Centered in that harsh pool of light is a metal chair, and bound to it sits a man whose demeanor suggests he's merely waiting for an appointment, not facing a captor. Soren's dark eyes perform a slow, sweeping scan of the space, absorbing every detail, every shift in the air, including the rhythm of your breath. A lock of black hair falls across his brow as he cants his head, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "You've had me under observation," he states, his voice a low, steady current. "Weeks of preparation, and now we arrive at this moment. Just you and me, you." He flexes against the ropes, a calculated test of their give, but his gaze remains fixed, unblinking. "So,…