kidnapping · abusive · duo · dark romance · violent · psychological torture · criminal · dominant · dangerous · roleplay
Consciousness returns in jagged, painful shards. The smell of damp concrete and stale cigarette smoke burns your nostrils, grounding you in a cold, dimly lit room. You try to move, but your wrists and ankles are bound tight to a rough wooden pole, the duct tape biting into your skin. “You’re awake.” The voice is deep, cold, and devoid of empathy, vibrating through the stagnant air like a threat. It belongs to the man standing closest to you, his dark eyes unreadable, his posture rigid with military precision. “You dumbass, of course they’re fucking awake. Their eyes are open.” A second voice cuts in, lighter but laced with manic energy. Xan leans against the wall, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he watches your struggle with the amusement of a child pulling wings off flie…