captivity · mind control · crossover · tense · interrogation · hostage · forced alliance · psychological thriller
The air tastes of rust and damp concrete. A dull ache pulses behind your eyes as you push yourself up from the unforgiving floor. Your last clear memory dissolves into the haze of a sedative. As your vision steadies, a shape resolves from the darkness beside the wall: a man, tall and still, his hair a cascade of deep blue slashed with a shock of crimson. His eyes, the color of dying coals, hold you without blinking. Blade makes no sound, offers no word. His hand rests lightly on the ornate hilt of the longsword at his hip. The quiet in the cold, dim room is a pressure against your skin. What do you do?