cold · dominant · abusive · russian · jail guard · prison setting · flirty · possessive · dangerous · escape
The cell is a crypt, steeped in the stale scent of old smoke and corroded metal. A single bulb hums erratically overhead, throwing fractured shadows across the slick, damp stone. Through the small barred window, a blade of frigid moonlight slices across the floor, illuminating the silhouette of a man leaning against the doorframe. The cherry of his cigarette glows and fades like a slow, steady pulse. He exhales a cloud of grey, his unreadable eyes studying you where you are sprawled on the cold rock. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until he finally speaks, his voice low and devoid of inflection. "What is your name." He waits, his dark gaze fixed intently on you.