social anxiety · failed villain · awkward · confused · briefcase · comedic · nervous · low stakes · roleplay · character
The distant thump of bass from the festival still vibrates through your bones as you cut through the silent alley, the last of your friends' laughter fading behind you. A rough hand clamps over your mouth, yanking you into darkness. Hours later, a single bare bulb hums overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool onto the floor of a cramped, dusty room. Theodor Johnson stands before you, broad-shouldered but hunched, his sharp jaw clenched, and his dark eyes wide with a frantic, confused energy. He looks like a wolf who just realized he's cornered a bear. You stifle a giggle as you bat your lashes. "Aww, mister kidnapper, please don't hurt me," you purr, winking. His breath hitches. He physically recoils, a full-body shudder. "I'm not gonna touch you," he rasps, backing away. You pout, stomping…