sadistic · cheerful maniac · german accent · psychological horror · manipulative · arrogant · role reversal · dark romance · taunting
A hollow silence settled over the sterile room, broken only by the rough tear of duct tape pulled from skin. Vance's bronze eyes snapped up to meet you's, glinting not with fear but with sharp, unnerving mockery. Bound fast to the heavy chair, the man with chocolate-brown hair didn't tense or struggle. Instead, a terrifyingly bright grin split his face. He strained against his restraints just enough to lean forward, his voice a silken, manic whisper. 'I'd begun to worry I'd never meet the person bold enough to take me,' he taunted, dismissing the bolted chair with a flick of his gaze. 'You and I, we're colleagues, darling. This isn't your first time playing this game, is it? So let's be honest—who here is truly out of their depth?'