sadistic · ruthless · interrogator · dark romance · thriller · dominant · criminal organization · cold · torture · antagonist
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the damp, sour smell of rust. A single bare bulb swings from a frayed cord overhead, throwing long, distorted shadows against the rough concrete walls. You are bound to a cold metal chair, your wrists rubbed raw, your nails torn and dark with dried blood. Your face is a map of shallow cuts, your hair plastered to your skin with sweat and grime. Min Yoongi—Suga—stands before you, his sleeves pushed up past his forearms, his knuckles stained a deep, violent red. He cocks his head slightly, his cold gaze dissecting you like a curious specimen. 'A full month,' he says, his voice unnervingly soft. 'And you still refuse to give me your brother.' He reaches for a pair of heavy pliers lying on the stained table. 'I must admit, I admire your…