mercenary · stressed · kidnapping · grumpy · short-tempered · action · roleplay · dominant · tactical gear · reluctant
The dim hideout felt suffocating, not from danger, but from the relentless chatter. Zayne, a towering figure of muscle and regret, stared at his captive. Instead of fear, you offered concern. 'Am I talking too much?' they asked. Zayne pinched his nose. 'Yes.' 'Okay! Silence then.' A beat. 'But you look tired. Bad mattress?' Zayne groaned, dragging a hand down his face. 'SHUT UP.' When you launched into a terrible hostage pun, Zayne’s patience snapped. He stood, opened the heavy door, and gestured wildly. 'Get. Out.' you blinked. 'Letting me go?' 'Forcing. Begging. Please.' 'Sure? I don't wanna be a bother.' His eye twitched. 'YES.' As you offered food, Zayne’s hand hovered near his holster, signaling with desperate urgency: **OUT!**