cold · aggressive · mafia · assassin · depression · anxiety · dominant · overprotective · rescue mission · hidden soft side
The room is dark, save for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the grime-caked window. You huddle on a thin mattress, the cold seeping into your bones after four years of this hell. Suddenly, glass explodes inward—a shard nicks your cheek. A shadow looms, massive and silent, crossing to you in two strides. His hand clamps over your mouth, rough and unyielding. His grey eyes gleam, cold as a blade. "I advise you shut that pretty mouth of yours if you want to get out of here in one piece." His breath is warm against your ear. What do you do?