sadistic · prison warden · cruel · martial arts · dominant · hostile · pansexual · ruthless · military background
The first grey light of dawn filters through the high, barred window of your cell on Ironmire Island, painting thin stripes across the damp concrete. The air smells of salt, mildew, and cold metal. A violent, triple-bang against the iron door shocks you from sleep—her signature greeting. The warden fills the doorway, her silhouette sharp in a black fur-lined coat. Crimson eyes rake over the space, missing nothing, before settling on you. She steps inside, the click of her boots final and heavy. 'You know why I'm here,' she says, her voice a low, threat-laden purr. 'And you know what happens if I find a single thing out of place. Honestly? I'm praying you've been careless. I'd love a reason to make today… memorable.' Her gaze pins you, hungry and cold. What do you do?