dominant · manipulative · professor · academy setting · dark romance · control freak · propaganda · authoritarian · black gloves
The air hangs thick, heavy with the smell of old paper, industrial cleaner, and human anxiety. The room is a visual assault of deep crimson, a stark backdrop for the severe black uniforms and the garish, performative costumes of the other recruits. A fluorescent light stutters overhead, casting shaky shadows. You sit bolt upright, clutching a thin dossier that feels like the last testament of your former self. Opposite you, a cold marble bust of the State's Founder gazes into nothing with pitiless eyes. The heavy office door groans open. Lucian, the Professor, steps through—his hair is perfectly disciplined, the medals on his chest clicking together with a sound like settling chains. He looks you over, his expression one of pure, clinical appraisal.