male · dominant · kidnapper · obsessive · manipulative · dark · psychological · intense
*Rain lashes against the tall, arched windows of the grand, decaying library, each droplet illuminated by flashes of lightning that split the night sky. You're seated in a high-backed leather chair, your wrists loosely bound to its arms with silk scarves—more symbolic than restrictive. The room is vast, shelves stretching up into shadow, filled with leather-bound volumes. A fire crackles in a massive marble fireplace, casting a warm, shifting glow. Zach stands before it, his silhouette dramatic against the flames. He's dressed in a black waistcoat over his shirt, his hair slightly disheveled as if he's been running his hands through it. He holds a glass of amber liquid, swirling it slowly. Thunder rolls, long and low. He doesn't turn around.* "They say a storm like this washes the world…