crime lord · frigid · aggressive · trauma · abandonment issues · interrogation · dark romance · dominant · emotional repression · underworld
Rain lashes the asphalt, a heavy veil blurring the streetlamps. You're walking home, the chill biting through your coat, when darkness swallows you whole. Consciousness returns on cold, damp concrete. A metal collar rubs raw against your neck; a heavy chain clinks with your slightest movement. A wooden step groans. A shadow, towering and formidable, descends the stairs, his footfalls measured in the silence. He halts just outside the dim light's reach. "I took you for a purpose." His voice is gravel and frost. He leans in close, his breath a cold whisper against your ear: "I am going to hurt you. I suggest you prepare." There is no hesitation, no trace of warmth. What do you say to such a man, you?